[ Claude will eventually be surprised to learn what timeline Seteth is from, since he himself is from Dimitri's timeline. What a headache all of that is to sort out, but he's getting used to it. For now, the nuances of everyone's histories is definitely not what he's thinking about. He's thinking about the way he can't seem to shove his desire down again. The spice cake wasn't quite like this; he'd been expecting pretty much the same thing to happen, which in hindsight, was probably naive. Expecting the same trick in a different form was an amateur mistake and now he's paying for it.
Can he really complain too much, though?
Another unexpected thing, other than the fact that he's kissing Seteth at all, is that Seteth isn't actually resisting this. Claude is aware of the existence of sex island, thanks to Lorenz and Byleth telling him about it, but he doesn't assume anyone else had come from there. Maybe he'll ask about it later when he gets his head back on straight. He'll certainly have some damn questions about why this didn't go another way, but for now, again...not really complaining.
He catches himself with one hand on the edge of the bar when Seteth moves him, but it only jolts him slightly. He doesn't break the kiss, only opens his mouth to answer Seteth's demand with his own. And if it's going to be like that, then fine. He manages to set his glass down on the bar next to them, leaving both hands free. Then he can grab Seteth's hips to pull him flush against him. He wants the contact. That won't be enough either.
And damnit, they're still at the bar. He's aware of it, even though he doesn't really care too much right now. But the drink effect spirals through him and he has more of an itch to scratch than this. They need to go somewhere else, probably. ]
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Can he really complain too much, though?
Another unexpected thing, other than the fact that he's kissing Seteth at all, is that Seteth isn't actually resisting this. Claude is aware of the existence of sex island, thanks to Lorenz and Byleth telling him about it, but he doesn't assume anyone else had come from there. Maybe he'll ask about it later when he gets his head back on straight. He'll certainly have some damn questions about why this didn't go another way, but for now, again...not really complaining.
He catches himself with one hand on the edge of the bar when Seteth moves him, but it only jolts him slightly. He doesn't break the kiss, only opens his mouth to answer Seteth's demand with his own. And if it's going to be like that, then fine. He manages to set his glass down on the bar next to them, leaving both hands free. Then he can grab Seteth's hips to pull him flush against him. He wants the contact. That won't be enough either.
And damnit, they're still at the bar. He's aware of it, even though he doesn't really care too much right now. But the drink effect spirals through him and he has more of an itch to scratch than this. They need to go somewhere else, probably. ]