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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 in the process of putting on a dancer outfit when Sylvain walks in, tugging a sheer material over his shoulder.]

[It's not the same as the dancer outfit issued by the church. It's similar, but this one is... less modest. There's no shorts underneath and the cloth revealing glimpses of skin up the sides of his thighs and hips. Most of his torso is bare, his nipples barely covered by transparent fabric. There's an excess of hammered gold coins hanging from sashes that jingle as he moves.]

[He glances back at Sylvain while pulling his hair bun loose, letting his long black hair drape over his shoulders.]

There you are, Sylvain. I was wondering if you were off chasing girls, but it looks like you were actually training.

[He's not really paying a ton of attention as he pushes his door open but he immediately notices the presence of someone else in his room. For a second, he wonders if he's walked into the wrong room, but no, he's at the end of the hallway. His gaze falls to Felix, eyes running over the shear fabric, shining metal and exposed skin. The towel slips from his hand as he seems to be transfixed for a moment. The soft thud of the towel hitting the floor beside his foot seems to shake him out of it and he quickly shuffles into the room so he can get the door closed.]

Fe- [He sounds far more breathless than he'd meant to, unable to keep his gaze from raking down over Felix again.] You look amazing.

[Oh, right, the training, right. He nods, wetting his lips before rubbing the back of his neck and offering Felix a sheepish smile.] Yeah, yeah, I was. [Still breathless. Still struggling to focus on making his mouth work and form words instead of just staring at Felix, at the way the fabric drapes off him.

He steps a little closer, eyes running over skin he's yearning to touch.]

[Felix gives him an icy look that's a common expression for him, like he doesn't believe the compliment. But the effect of a sharp gaze while attired like this adds accidental sensuality. He lifts his chin, as if looking down at Sylvain, even though he's significantly shorter.]

Good. You're going to help me with dance training now.

In here?

[He raises an eyebrow teasingly, suspecting, or maybe just hoping for, ulterior motives. The icy glare is something he's more than used to and, as usual, it doesn't seem to dissuade him in the slightest.]

But alright. Help you how? [Stepping closer, he reaches out to play with one of the chains of glittery coins.]

[Felix swats his hand away, then puts his own hands on Sylvain, pushing his palms roughly on his chest to shove Sylvain back towards his desk chair to sit down.]

By watching, without touching. Be thankful I'm even letting you do that.

[He backs off once he gets Sylvain to the chair, centering himself in the middle of the room, where he has the most space to move.]

...You seem to pay more attention to me when I'm working on dance. So I'm letting you do this, now that I'm not distracting you from your training.

[More attention to him than girls, for once. He huffs, looking away from Sylvain as he focuses on his beginning footwork, putting extra motion into his slim hips while his arms are poised in the air.]

[He chuckles softly as his hand is pushed away which only leads to him being backed and sat down in his chair. He's grinning as he's pushed into the seat, biting his lip to try to hide his excited amusement but it just turns his grin into a smirk.

He exhales through his nose in another soft laugh when Felix tells him he should be thankful but then his eyes run down along his frame again and, yeah, actually, he does feel pretty grateful. Grateful and enraptured. He feels that tight, hot feeling in his chest again when he tries to inhale, like just sitting this close is bordering on overwhelming.

A faint flush colors his nose and cheeks but he's still smirking.] Alright... [He watches for a moment, admiring the elegant lines of Felix's body, the same grace and skill he has with a sword translated into a different kind of movement.] What happens if I forget? [His voice is rough and faintly breathless, like it's a genuine concern that his actions might temporarily slip out of his control.]

I'll stab you if you do.

[It's said flippantly without looking at him, not a completely serious threat. He turns on a step, the thin cloth of his outfit raising enticingly on a spin, only stopped from exposing him by a coin belt weighing it down over his groin. The room being lit by candlelight casts warm flickers over his moving form and glints off of the coins.]

[There's power in his motions, and his chest is starting to move in harder breaths. He's apparently been taught an entirely new dance not yet seen in battles.]

[Finally he looks at Sylvain, eyes narrowed but taking in Sylvain's visible reaction. Good... he's having an effect on him, and taking his full attention. This please Felix, makes him feel hot inside, knowing he's truly wanted right now. He decides to test Sylvain self-restraint, dancing closer so he's nearly over him and cloth brushes against his knees, his harsh gaze fixed down on Sylvain as he moves smoothly.]

[One of his eyebrows arches up at Felix's answer. He's a little tempted to test whether or not he really means it but, although he's fairly positive Felix won't actually stab him, the likely result of Felix cutting this little show short still isn't something he wants. Even if it gets incredibly difficult to keep his hands to himself when the fabric starts to ride higher, barely even reaching the tops of his thighs. The expanse of skin is hard to resist but then Felix twirls and moves closer and for a moment he can't think straight, swallowing hard.

The chair creaks quietly as he shifts forward slightly but his hands are still gripping his own knees in an effort to force himself to follow the rules. It's really not fair. At all. When Felix moves and the fabric tickles across the back of his hands.

He gives him a pleading look.] Still? [He still can't touch? Is Felix sure?]

Eyes only.

[Getting control over Sylvain is enjoyable, even if he'd actually like to feel Sylvain's strong hands on his body. A petty part of him feels like he's getting revenge for all the times he's been brushed off in favor of girls. Besides, he's not done with his practice dancing.]

This dancing is for battle. You don't have time to be touching me. It's supposed to get your blood going so you can lift your lance back up and fight twice as well.

[He leans further over Sylvain, hair and cloth draping low. He puts his hands down on Sylvain's wrists, squeezing them tight to remind him to be restrained.]

How about I test you?

[He tries to maintain his cold expression, but he can't help but smirk a little at the idea of tormenting Sylvain like this. He pulls Sylvain's hands to the sides to make room for himself. Then he slides himself forward to straddling Sylvain's lap, his movements slow and fluid, coins clinking. He releases Sylvain's wrists, trailing fingers up his arms to settle on his shoulders.]

[Felix is always awful at direct eye-contact. But in this moment, sitting higher than Sylvain, in control of him and himself, amused and confident in his teasing, he looks Sylvain right in the eyes.]

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[He swallows thickly at the harsh reminder, lips pressing into a thin line for a brief moment before curling back into his usual smile. He's obviously struggling a little with the rules though, a burning heat in his true desires.

Something new flashes across his expression when Felix reminds him that this dance will be done in public, for more people than just him. The jealousy and possessiveness is quick and heated but, again, he recovers in stride, practiced smile back in place.]

Well, my blood is definitely going. [He mumbles the words and has to bite his lip to keep himself quiet when Felix's fingers wrap around his wrists. His skin feels electric and it sends his pulse racing. He can't give Felix a reply to his question but it's probably a good thing, likely meant to be rhetorical.

Sylvain is quick to shift in the chair and move his arms out of the way, though it's difficult to figure out where to put his hands when reaching out to rest them on Felix's hips seemed like such a good option. No touching though. Worrying his lip a little more, he threads his hands behind his head in a bid to keep them to himself.]

Felix. [His voice is a harsh whisper as Felix straddles him, hips rolling, body swaying in front of him. And all Sylvain can do is stare up at Felix hungrily, the angle making his gaze border on pleading.]

[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.

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[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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