[While he didn't entirely intend to say that (much as he wanted to, he was sure he shouldn't-) even once he had, he didn't quite expect Claude to go for it as hard as he does. He practically climbs into Sylvain's lap, kissing with an utter lack of chastity, demandingly moving Sylvain's hand to his waist. He's swept up in the tides of it, laughing breathily in spite of himself when their teeth nearly knock together. Claude grabs his hair and bites at his lip and goddess help him he moans. Not a sweet little sound, either, but a full chested wanting.]

[A moment later he's squeezing Claude's waist and pulling back a little for air, breathing harder and faster than he rightly should be. Oh, yes, there is something going on here, with that jelly sting. He tilts his head up to the ceiling, trying to get his mind under control, even as he licks his lips for one last taste of Claude. His Claude- from his series of events. His chest aches.] I don't... want to lose control of myself... [He says between pants for air, slowly lowering his face to look at Claude again. He doesn't push him away, not even close, and there's a pleading in his eyes.]