[ who's keeping track? certainly not sylvain, but with the pleasant ache in his limbs, he could likely hazard a guess. and it's only just the second day but honestly, even without the moons pushing him along, he could never keep his hands off of felix. everything here is just an added incentive, really. ]

I thought you'd might want to clean up a little, [ he says, low against his skin, one hand reaching up to slip his fingers into felix's hair and gently combing them through. it's messy but attractive, undone in a way felix rarely lets anyone bear witness to, except for moments like these, when it's just the two of them. and it's no secret that sylvain likes that, that he relishes being the only one to see him like this—soft and warm, loose and pliant and leaning into his touches rather than pushing away. ] You still got me for the rest of the night, you know.

[ and the day after that, and the day after that as well. they have all the time in the world now, and he trails his free hand down felix's side, down the notches of his spine until he can curl his fingers gently into the soft fluff of his tail. ]

I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart.