[ That approach, the pants left partially abandoned, and the leaning over him are all far more than enough to have the smirk on his face growing wider by the second with something like satisfaction. That's not all though considering it also comes with that thrill he's learned to associate with Sylvain being nearby in something which goes far past anticipation alone. Something which reaches into the depth of those feelings he knows the name to but won't voice in favor of keeping them secreted away.
The same applies to now as he tilts his head back with chin raised slightly in a familiar request for a kiss. It's all of a second later before Claude has another idea and while the kiss request doesn't get set aside, it is paired with something a little more pleading. ]
Wait a minute, are you not one of my presents? Hm. [ While speaking Claude lifts his hands to trail fingertips down Sylvain's sides with a featherlight touch from his ribs down to rest his hands on his hips with fingers hooked into that waistband to give it a small tug. The faux pleading might be a little ruined by mirth seeping into his gaze because he's absolutely not apologetic for what's about to come out of his mouth. ] I think I'd like to unwrap you anyway.
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[ That approach, the pants left partially abandoned, and the leaning over him are all far more than enough to have the smirk on his face growing wider by the second with something like satisfaction. That's not all though considering it also comes with that thrill he's learned to associate with Sylvain being nearby in something which goes far past anticipation alone. Something which reaches into the depth of those feelings he knows the name to but won't voice in favor of keeping them secreted away.
The same applies to now as he tilts his head back with chin raised slightly in a familiar request for a kiss. It's all of a second later before Claude has another idea and while the kiss request doesn't get set aside, it is paired with something a little more pleading. ]
Wait a minute, are you not one of my presents? Hm. [ While speaking Claude lifts his hands to trail fingertips down Sylvain's sides with a featherlight touch from his ribs down to rest his hands on his hips with fingers hooked into that waistband to give it a small tug. The faux pleading might be a little ruined by mirth seeping into his gaze because he's absolutely not apologetic for what's about to come out of his mouth. ] I think I'd like to unwrap you anyway.