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I never thought I would actually say this, but I should have started tonight wearing more clothes.

[ His tone is dry but there's laughter in his gaze as he watches Claude take the knight and then study it intently. ]

And I mean I was a little attached, since I'm pretty sure you just captured me, but that should be a surprise to neither of us. Fine, fine, you shameless cheater.

[ He turns sideways, shedding his second boot. And then one sock, before he sheds the other, winking at Claude as he does so. It leaves him barefoot now with only his pants left, pretty much. And whatever was under them. ]

And here I was thinking you should've started by wearing less clothes.

[ Just for the obvious counter as he taps a finger in faux thought against the chess piece in his hand and as his smile changes ever so smoothly into a smirk following as Sylvain loses a boot first. That's fair, sort of, if only because there's still more to be lost afterwards. The socks - well, those weren't exactly what Claude had in mind, though given that the alternative would've been Sylvain stripping off his pants to be left in only socks, he'll take it.

Something probably evident by the sweep of his gaze over the other man as he lowers his hand to keep twirling the knight through his fingers and while thinking over what Sylvain's said, since there probably is some symbolism there. If only Sylvain knew the king part of it. ]

Besides, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to regret in what you just said when it still means I end up with you at the end of it anyway. Seems rather like I win either way if you think about it.

I think, technically, we’re both winning either way here.

[ Yeah, gee, Claude, it’s almost like there are things he doesn’t know about you. Or even that he doesn’t know there are things he doesn’t know!

Still, since they’re making up the rules as they go now, he reaches out to steal the bishop with his remaining knight. ]

Might as well get rid of that, then. No one wants to keep the bishops around. Especially if we’re getting naked.

You don't want to bring the church into this?

[ Asked while his smirk grows from that into a grin without bothering to hide any part of that or his amusement, given that he knows Sylvain's answer to that without even needing to ask. And his own, but going with the truth rather than this wouldn't be any fun at all.

The knight in his hand is set down at the edge with the rest of his collected pieces though Claude presses one fingertip to its top to steady it in place. He's winning, yes, and not just from the sight in front of him alone (not that it hurts, either). But it extends beyond the chess game and back to dinner, back to walking in the door to find all of this, and - in honesty he grants himself - back to that feeling of falling when Sylvain kissed him and trusting he wasn't taking that leap alone.

Best to stay in the present as he glances down at himself like he's contemplating options and like he doesn't know precisely what he's doing to do next. Which is: lift his other leg in what's absolutely a stretch and nothing meant to tease, especially when Claude follows it up by reaching for his other shoe to toss it off to the side with the same grin on his face. ]

Thanks for helping me get rid of that since sitting here with one shoe left on this whole time's been rather uncomfortable. [ Since no rules apply, he reaches forward to swipe that second knight also with his king purely for his own entertainment. ] And speaking of winning...

[ Only in regards to losing another layer of clothing. That's close enough. ]

Was that a serious question?

[ He's laughing as he says it, shaking his head when Claude sheds his remaining boot, because he has no one to blame for that but himself. Especially since this has turned into more teasing than any actual chess strategy.

He's down to his pants, his underwear and...

His finger lifts to stroke against warm gold at his ear when Claude steals his second knight, as if deeply considering shedding it next. It would make the most sense, still counting as an article of clothing while not actually revealing anything to the man across from him.

But he's reluctant to shed that, even for something like this, so he just winks at Claude and leaves it precisely where it is as he pushes to his feet and starts to unfasten his pants. ]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm working on it.

[ He's expecting the earring to go first. It makes sense on multiple levels, not the least of which is their shared silliness in so many ways given that Claude himself thought of removing his earring not all that long ago, so Sylvain doing the same makes a sort of sense which nearly makes him smile to himself.

But - it wasn't to be, it seems, since when the other man's hand ghosts past it Claude immediately raises an eyebrow. He's certainly not going to complain at something more substantial being removed and especially so when the item in question is a layer he doesn't mind seeing go on this night or any other one. ]

And you're taking them off while standing up? This is a nice view.

[ Because the pants feel a little easier to focus on than why Sylvain might've left the earring there as the gold glints in the patio's lighting to remind him it's there like on all the other nights he's spent studying it, and this is a part Claude can play. He should recline in his seat to enjoy the sight every bit as much as he does whenever he's watched Sylvain undress or undressed the other man, though another thought comes to mind as he lifts a hand to gesture for Sylvain to come closer. ]

Come over here first, though.

[ Claude's just lucky Sylvain hasn't realized how much the other man's been obsessing over the earring when he's not looking. He'd probably never let him live that down.

He'd only gotten as far as getting his pants unfastened when Claude beckons him over, which has him arching an eyebrow in surprise. And here he thought Claude would be eager for him to lose this piece of clothing, considering the way he was watching him.

Letting his pants hang loose around his hips instead, he rounds the table to where Claude still sits, coming to rest his hands on the arms of Claude's chair to either side of him, leaning him looming over the other man. he's smirking faintly as he presses into Claude's personal space. ]

Yeah? Did you want something?

You, obviously.

[ 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.

[ He's halfway bent in to deliver that kiss when Claude delivers that second half of his request. Which means the kiss is a little more full of laughter than he intended. He lingers anyway, playfully nipping at warm flesh before his tongue tangles with Claude's. ]

Should have known you had ulterior motives here. But your logic is sound. This time. I suppose I'll allow it.

[ He remains braced there, letting Claude do whatever he likes. Most of it will be something he's happy to go along with anyway, and he's curious - as always - to see what the other man will do. Besides. He'd anticipated them ending up here sooner or later, once clothes started coming off.

And maybe he just enjoyed any excuse to have Claude's attention - and hands - on him. ]

This time.

[ That comes out of his mouth first with a mock scoff post kiss and those familiar little bites, mostly in hopes of not only encouraging more but also because Sylvain's laughter warms him as always and through that comes the desire for more of it.

Or, well. The desire for more of Sylvain as usual, though he's working towards making that part clear even as he continues to linger and not making any more movements to take it further beyond the searching out of skin hidden beneath. He will in due time - possibly after some more teasing as they also tend to do far beyond this incredibly mild version of it now while he continues to look up at Sylvain with a smile softened by affection.

Something he's attempted to hide less and less, and with the course of this night in particular with it crystallizing into something more concrete he's willing to name - to himself - it's impossible to avoid. ]

As long as you allow it, I suppose. But in that case I'm requesting to unwrap you indoors since I want to make sure there's room to, say, appreciate everything.

[ Sylvain just gives a playful hum at that, stealing one more kiss before pulling back enough to give Claude a playful look, full of dark promise. ]

Well. I suppose whatever the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets.

[ He holds out a hand to help haul him to his feet, crooked grin on his lips and anticipation in his gaze. ]

Far be it from me to deny you anything, after all.

A good answer, and one I'll keep in mind for your birthday next time it's here.

[ Something he's certain will be here before they know it considering it's also occurred to him that next month is a year since Sylvain arrived. That'll demand its own celebration.

It's one he'll have to think about later since for now he takes Sylvain's hand and links their fingers together before tugging him along to the indoors. ]

And I meant both answers, by the way.

[ A quick grin's flashed over his shoulder to the man following him since that elaboration probably wasn't needed, but they're answers he intends to put to use now just as much as they will be for Sylvain's birthday, or any occasion, or most anything when that warmth in his chest only grows after turning back around to lead Sylvain into his room. Something else to put to use as he shuts the door behind them to pull him in for another kiss in hopes it'll come through like before now and all the other times as they make their way to the bed. ]

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