[ As nice as the sight is, Claude's starting to dip down to steal a kiss before Sylvain pulls him in for one. It's too easy, all of this, and easy in a way he's not tempted to overthink it. Not for now, anyway; there'll be other nights of that later like the ones that've come before, and dwelling on them is nothing he wants to do right now.

Especially not when familiar teeth scrape against him in a way which never fails to make a small shiver run through him, and that's before that thrust has his breath catching in the back of his throat at the same time a noise leaves him and gets muffled into the kiss. That and Sylvain's words are enough of a reminder of not only his arousal but the fact that he's somehow still suffering through wearing pants, though he's quick to put on a faux surprised expression. ]

Huh. How'd you know I wanted that too?

[ He's not going to leave any room for the likely smart remarks that'll generate, instead closing the little space between them for one kiss followed by another, reaching then to trail a hand down Sylvain's side to bring his leg up to wrap around his waist. All the better to grin against the other's mouth after the kiss breaks and he rocks their hips together again. ]

Now the only question is how. On your knees is always nice, or there's the desk. Or better yet, [ with one more slow kiss first, ] maybe like this so this time I can watch you come.