[ He knows something of the sort was coming -- has dreamed of it more nights than he'd like to admit -- but he still chokes out a surprised sound. That wasn't what he was expecting. ]
Any specific requests? [ he manages. But he does stand from his chair, lying his hands on either side of Sylvain's, leaving their faces close enough for their breath to mingle. His skin is electric, heart pounding wildly. It's late. The door is locked. But they're still in his office, and still in a major hall. ]
no subject
Any specific requests? [ he manages. But he does stand from his chair, lying his hands on either side of Sylvain's, leaving their faces close enough for their breath to mingle. His skin is electric, heart pounding wildly. It's late. The door is locked. But they're still in his office, and still in a major hall. ]