It's a lot harder to remain relaxed as Sylvain pets his hair, crouching down glowing with praise and contentment. It's not that he dislikes it, at all, but he has no idea what to do with himself, head dipping and gaze averting.
He draws back momentarily, surprised at the fingers on his neck. Ah, of course. Released. He should be relieved.
He shouldn't be surprised at the choice Sylvain is giving him, the one he asked for.
It's fortunate, perhaps, that he's still clouded with want, because he doesn't have quite enough mental clarity to talk himself out of his feelings. ]
I...quite enjoyed that. I am in no hurry to leave your company.
[ All true. But what did he want? To take this off? To ask Sylvain to keep it taught and relieve him? To ask Sylvain not to relieve him, to leave him wanting and desperate all evening, until he couldn't stand it and was humiliated into asking? Where were all these ideas even coming from?
The confusion is plainer on his face than he realizes, and perhaps so is the way, when he looks up, his gaze falls to Sylvain's lips, the temptation to kiss them again blindsiding him entirely. ]
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Date: 2023-12-28 07:13 pm (UTC)It's a lot harder to remain relaxed as Sylvain pets his hair, crouching down glowing with praise and contentment. It's not that he dislikes it, at all, but he has no idea what to do with himself, head dipping and gaze averting.
He draws back momentarily, surprised at the fingers on his neck. Ah, of course. Released. He should be relieved.
He shouldn't be surprised at the choice Sylvain is giving him, the one he asked for.
It's fortunate, perhaps, that he's still clouded with want, because he doesn't have quite enough mental clarity to talk himself out of his feelings. ]
I...quite enjoyed that. I am in no hurry to leave your company.
[ All true. But what did he want? To take this off? To ask Sylvain to keep it taught and relieve him? To ask Sylvain not to relieve him, to leave him wanting and desperate all evening, until he couldn't stand it and was humiliated into asking? Where were all these ideas even coming from?
The confusion is plainer on his face than he realizes, and perhaps so is the way, when he looks up, his gaze falls to Sylvain's lips, the temptation to kiss them again blindsiding him entirely. ]