Shut up. I shave. [He gives him such a look and pokes Sylvain's forehead before cleaning his other hand. Then he makes him tilt his head back. Grabbing the knife he's about to start when he realizes he needs a better angle.
No helping it. Moving in, he straddles Sylvain and slides the knife along his skin for the first cut of hair.]
Ow. [Sylvain laughs, trying his hardest to remain still despite smirking and chuckling at Felix's response.
He tilts his head back but Felix pauses and then settles on his lap. He swallows thickly, resting his hands on Felix's thighs, eyes already going dark just from having Felix so close. He stays still though, keeping his head tilted back, eyes on Felix's, watching him as he focused on what he was doing. The scrape of the blade against his skin shouldn't feel as good as it does.]
[The blade slowly scrapes along his skin but... Yeah the hands aren't helping. Felix pauses and glances at them before slapping one of them with a hand.]
Hold the chair. You're distracting me.
[Then the knife is at Sylvain's throat, slowly scraping more hair off of him.]
[Sylvain chuckles softly but wraps his fingers around the edges of the chair. He watches Felix, his pupils widening as he occupies himself by taking in Felix's handsome features, looking up at him with open admiration and just a hint of desire.]
How's it coming? [He'd given Felix at least a few minutes of silence.]
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No helping it. Moving in, he straddles Sylvain and slides the knife along his skin for the first cut of hair.]
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He tilts his head back but Felix pauses and then settles on his lap. He swallows thickly, resting his hands on Felix's thighs, eyes already going dark just from having Felix so close. He stays still though, keeping his head tilted back, eyes on Felix's, watching him as he focused on what he was doing. The scrape of the blade against his skin shouldn't feel as good as it does.]
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Hold the chair. You're distracting me.
[Then the knife is at Sylvain's throat, slowly scraping more hair off of him.]
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You serious? [He sounds a little ridiculous as he tries to speak while remaining perfectly still.] You're sitting on my lap and I can't touch you?
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Hands on the chair.
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How's it coming? [He'd given Felix at least a few minutes of silence.]