[That low moan makes him shudder with lust. He's so overheated but somehow pressing close to Sylvain doesn't make it any worse-- it makes it better, actually. He tries to chase Sylvain's lips when he pulls back, pouting when he's held in place by the hand squeezing at his waist.
Dazed eyes clear once more at Sylvain's breathy words, the pleading brown gaze that meets his own. But Sylvain isn't pushing him away. His fingers in Sylvain's hair loosen their grip but don't pull away.] I want this, Sylvain. I want you. I have for a while now. [He admits softly, and it costs him some embarrassment but it'll be worth it if it helps at all.] Do you want me to stop?
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Dazed eyes clear once more at Sylvain's breathy words, the pleading brown gaze that meets his own. But Sylvain isn't pushing him away. His fingers in Sylvain's hair loosen their grip but don't pull away.] I want this, Sylvain. I want you. I have for a while now. [He admits softly, and it costs him some embarrassment but it'll be worth it if it helps at all.] Do you want me to stop?