[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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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.]