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[crestlaiden]

[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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[crestlaiden]

[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.]

[disshonor]

[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?

[crestlaiden]

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.]