[ It's a pathetic comeback and he knows it. It's on the same level as Sylvain claiming ignorance to what was said, but Claude doesn't bother to find a different one or a better one, instead content to close his eyes as those familiar lips work their way across his skin. A smile to match that warm feeling comes to rest on his face as he shifts to abandon the book onto the blanket, place in it be damned, and then winds his arms around Sylvain's shoulders to keep him close.
A far cry from months ago when he'd said he'd spent the first few months here wondering what Sylvain's ulterior motives might've been, convinced as he was they existed. But time had proven he was wrong and then even more time had turned it into something else until this had crept up without his notice to bring them here, where a one time knight presses kisses along the jaw of a one time duke.
When it stops he cracks one eye open in time to see Sylvain shift again and it's easy again to meet that kiss with a soft noise of satisfaction he hardly notices making. There it is again, that too heart full feeling, the one he's come to associate with Hilda that he'd once also tried to resist falling into before surrendering to it. Maybe the only strange thing here is that it'd taken him so long to accept the possibility of it happening again with someone else.
It's that thought of trying which has him breaking their kiss to press another one to Sylvain's bottom lip and absently seeking out some longer strands of hair to play with again as he grins. With something else also in mind, of course. ]
Unless you've learned Silence while I wasn't looking, I might have to find quieter ways to bring out your impatience now that we're not the only ones in the loft these days. But I'm sure we can think of something.
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[ It's a pathetic comeback and he knows it. It's on the same level as Sylvain claiming ignorance to what was said, but Claude doesn't bother to find a different one or a better one, instead content to close his eyes as those familiar lips work their way across his skin. A smile to match that warm feeling comes to rest on his face as he shifts to abandon the book onto the blanket, place in it be damned, and then winds his arms around Sylvain's shoulders to keep him close.
A far cry from months ago when he'd said he'd spent the first few months here wondering what Sylvain's ulterior motives might've been, convinced as he was they existed. But time had proven he was wrong and then even more time had turned it into something else until this had crept up without his notice to bring them here, where a one time knight presses kisses along the jaw of a one time duke.
When it stops he cracks one eye open in time to see Sylvain shift again and it's easy again to meet that kiss with a soft noise of satisfaction he hardly notices making. There it is again, that too heart full feeling, the one he's come to associate with Hilda that he'd once also tried to resist falling into before surrendering to it. Maybe the only strange thing here is that it'd taken him so long to accept the possibility of it happening again with someone else.
It's that thought of trying which has him breaking their kiss to press another one to Sylvain's bottom lip and absently seeking out some longer strands of hair to play with again as he grins. With something else also in mind, of course. ]
Unless you've learned Silence while I wasn't looking, I might have to find quieter ways to bring out your impatience now that we're not the only ones in the loft these days. But I'm sure we can think of something.