[ That hand slides down to rest at the small of his back, fingers splayed there as his thumb rubs back and forth. He’s comfortable right where he is, head once more pillowed against Claude’s shoulder, wrapped up around him, and held in turn. They’d spent a lot of nights like this, of late. Which was still a little unbelievable to Sylvain. Considering he’d never spent the night with most of his previous lovers. This had been quite the switch.
It’s a little scary, how much he likes it. How comforting it is to curl up next to someone. To trust someone like that.
Right now, though, he just hums, slightly distracted as his mind mulls that over. ]
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It’s a little scary, how much he likes it. How comforting it is to curl up next to someone. To trust someone like that.
Right now, though, he just hums, slightly distracted as his mind mulls that over. ]
I probably wouldn’t believe you anyway.