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[Sylvain had just finished up some training. Now cleaned up and out of his training clothes, he makes his way back to his room. It's a little strange, he'd gone all out today because Felix had half goaded and half teased that he'd 'make it worth it' if he showed he still remembered what it was like to try hard when it came to practicing. The same accusation definitely seemed to crop up often - Sylvain wasn't serious enough about training.

Strangely, though, despite training for a few hours, Felix hadn't actually shown up.

It was kind of a let down. Why practice that hard if Felix wasn't around to see it, right? He chuckled to himself at the thought as he pushed his door open, still toweling off his damp hair with his other hand.]

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[Felix is no longer doing the dance moves he trained for. Now it's just about pushing Sylvain's limits and enjoying the undivided attention. Motion rolls through his body over and over, sliding himself up on Sylvain's lap.]

[The longer this goes on, the more Felix wants him with growing impatience, to have this Sylvain who is spellbound by him and thinking about no one else. The cloth of this dancer outfit is so thin and delicate that there's no hiding his own arousal.]

[Felix pulls a loose sash of cloth behind Sylvain's back, tugging him more upright with it, making their bodies close without quite touching. His nose brushes Sylvain's nose, his eyes nearly closed and his breath on Sylvain's lips in a warm sigh at hearing his own name said so hungrily.]

Yes. There's no one else.

[His hands go up into Sylvain's hair, keeping his face steady.]

I suppose if you still want to touch me, I'll let you.

Edited 2021-09-12 00:57 (UTC)

[Not in his normal school uniform either, Sylvain was wearing the light linens they'd been given for the sauna. They were perfect to slip on after bathing and were leaving very little to the imagination as Felix rolled his hips closer, the fabric tenting obviously just like the dancer's outfit. He'd swear he could feel the warmth radiating from Felix, each movement just shy of actually brushing their bodies together and he found himself panting softly despite not having really even touched yet. It would almost be unnerving how much he was aching for Felix with just a bit of teasing, this much raw desire would be close worrying with anyone else, but it's Felix, the underlying, nagging, anxious thoughts just aren't there when he's with him.

The sash pulls him closer and he parts his lips as he tilts his head back, lips ghosting over Felix's and it's somehow incredibly intimate despite still being just shy of kissing, breaths mingling and tickling each other's skin.

His eyes sink closed as Felix's fingers thread through his hair and his head tilts back a little further, lips brushing across his jaw.

Of course, he hears what Felix says, the permission he's just been granted, and he doesn't need to be told twice. His hands drop to Felix's knees, hands warm against Felix's bare skin as he trails up his thighs and ultimately guides him closer, wanting to feel his body against his own.]

[Pleased by the clear yearning and the warmth of his hands, Felix obliges, pulled forward until he's leaning full-bodied against him. The familiarity washes over him... in all of their years together he always felt like he fit perfectly against Sylvain's chest whenever he allowed himself that comfort.]

[He kisses Sylvain full-mouthed, hard and insistent, again and again.]

Sylvain... I want to have you.

[He whispers low, sounding like he's delivering an insult in the roughness of his possessive desire. He wants to be the only one to have him.]

[Feeling Felix press closer is somehow both satiating and nowhere near enough, making him ache for more. He parts his lips into the kiss, groaning unabashedly into his mouth before making a soft almost whimpering sound as Felix pulls back enough to speak.

The low whisper washes heat through him and for a moment he isn't sure he's heard him right, his heartbeat thudding as a flush turns his cheeks nearly as red as his hair.

He tilts his head back a little, eyes dark, making it look like he would devour Felix if he could, and there's a faint uptick at the corner of his lips, unsure if Felix knows what it sounds like he's asking for.] You already have me, Fe. [He points this out while leaning forward to first nip at Felix's jaw and then move to suck on his neck lightly.]

Or do you mean you 'want me-want me'. [He purrs the words teasingly. He's already nodding though, lips brushing against Felix's neck as he does.]

[Felix pauses momentarily, a blush crawling down his face and neck. Now that Sylvain's dug straight into his words, he has to acknowledge them directly...]

I... wouldn't mind subjecting you to some of what you've been doing to me...

[His eyes flutter shut, groaning as his neck is nipped and sucked on. Then he gives Sylvain's ear lobe a retaliatory bite, before pulling back to climb off of his lap, and tugs on Sylvain's shirt to encourage him to stand as well.]

Can that desk hold us both?

Subjecting. [He echoes, still trailing kisses across his skin, pausing to bite his lip to half muffle a groan when Felix bites his ear.] Subjecting makes it sound like you don't like it. Like I won't like it.

[He follows after Felix as he moves off his lap, refusing to let him get too far away, unwilling to stop touching him.]

Definitely won't be the case.

[His hands slide around Felix's hips as he tilts his head to look at the desk.] Dunno, but it'll hold me if you bend me over it. [He turns back to Felix with a smirk, dipping his head to catch him in a deep kiss before reluctantly parting, shrugging out of the loose cotton shirt as he does. Turning to face the desk, he pulls the ties holding the thin pants on and lets them drop to the floor.]

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