[ This is too comfortable. Claude's had that thought before and he's having it again now, what with Sylvain pressing himself into all those empty spaces like they were meant to fit him and in a way he thinks he shouldn't find so soothing. That's putting too much into something that - is whatever this is, and he whisks the thought away again even as the smile remains on his face unnoticed.
Whatever else is yet to come out of that train of thought is yet to be discovered. For now, Claude mishears distraction for tiredness and leans to press a kiss to Sylvain's temple, letting it linger as he closes his eyes to murmur against skin. ]
Go to sleep. You can figure out if you believe me in the morning.
[ That counts, right? It'll have to since there's still some time to go before he can convince his mind to wind down for the night, even when Sylvain's warmth pressed into his side more comforting than save but a handful of other things he can think of listing right then.
Some of them, maybe, tie to what had started this whole conversation in the first place when he'd walked into his room to find Sylvain already there. As if he belonged, like he was supposed to be, and that thought makes something tighten in his chest just as much as the uncertainty of why it is they're the only two at the loft so often lately does in a different way.
Tonight will bring him no answers, Claude knows, so instead he shifts again to rest his cheek against Sylvain's face and going right back to tracing those shapes and patterns along ever more familiar skin to convince the other man to drift off as it's done on other nights. ]
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Whatever else is yet to come out of that train of thought is yet to be discovered. For now, Claude mishears distraction for tiredness and leans to press a kiss to Sylvain's temple, letting it linger as he closes his eyes to murmur against skin. ]
Go to sleep. You can figure out if you believe me in the morning.
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Okay, but only if you sleep, too.
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[ That counts, right? It'll have to since there's still some time to go before he can convince his mind to wind down for the night, even when Sylvain's warmth pressed into his side more comforting than save but a handful of other things he can think of listing right then.
Some of them, maybe, tie to what had started this whole conversation in the first place when he'd walked into his room to find Sylvain already there. As if he belonged, like he was supposed to be, and that thought makes something tighten in his chest just as much as the uncertainty of why it is they're the only two at the loft so often lately does in a different way.
Tonight will bring him no answers, Claude knows, so instead he shifts again to rest his cheek against Sylvain's face and going right back to tracing those shapes and patterns along ever more familiar skin to convince the other man to drift off as it's done on other nights. ]