[It will be nice to feel clean again, if only for, like, an hour, but the biggest draw is undoubtedly Sylvain himself? Sylvain fussing with his hair, Sylvain smoothing fingers down his side—and Sylvain touching his unfairly sensitive tail, which sends Felix's breath hitching as he instinctively arches his back. Just a bit! Just far enough to press into that touch while he dips his head, noses against Sylvain's cheek, because while he's rude and stubborn and fifty other things, when Iris comes into play... ah, well. He can't help but to be this openly affectionate. Responsive.
And as frustrating as it can be, Felix knows that Sylvain likes it; that makes it impossible for Felix to truly hate it, but it's one of those things he'll keep close and quiet! Something to pretend doesn't matter, just like he's currently pretending his face isn't warm, and that he didn't just encourage Sylvain to do more, more, more.]
I know, [he half-sighs, half-grumbles, because "sweetheart" is one of those things they both know he likes—but he must pretend that he doesn't.] Where else would you go?
[When he's here, needy in the worst—best?—way. But anyway: there's a patch of scales high on Sylvain's shoulder? Beautiful, in the dim light, and Felix gazes down at them through half-lidded eyes, soaking in the sight of them before he bends to kiss them, as well. They should climb into the tub, at some point, but when have they ever done anything the easy way...]
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And as frustrating as it can be, Felix knows that Sylvain likes it; that makes it impossible for Felix to truly hate it, but it's one of those things he'll keep close and quiet! Something to pretend doesn't matter, just like he's currently pretending his face isn't warm, and that he didn't just encourage Sylvain to do more, more, more.]
I know, [he half-sighs, half-grumbles, because "sweetheart" is one of those things they both know he likes—but he must pretend that he doesn't.] Where else would you go?
[When he's here, needy in the worst—best?—way. But anyway: there's a patch of scales high on Sylvain's shoulder? Beautiful, in the dim light, and Felix gazes down at them through half-lidded eyes, soaking in the sight of them before he bends to kiss them, as well. They should climb into the tub, at some point, but when have they ever done anything the easy way...]