[Sylvain picking him up is usually met with a grumbled protest, at least. Felix threatening to run Sylvain through, blah, blah, blah—but Felix is too lost in this kiss to care, only offering a mildly surprised noise when he's hoisted right off his feet. There is a clear purpose to this move? One that Felix wholeheartedly supports, and let it be known that it's less about getting into the tub and more about continuing this languid kiss. He could lose himself in this.
He nearly does lose himself in this, even as the sensation of sinking into warm water reminds him that he has limbs to adjust. It isn't the first time Felix has been silently—silently—grateful for Sylvain's ridiculous purchase; there's plenty of room on either side of Sylvain's lap for Felix to tuck his legs, and while it would be better, perhaps, to shift about, pressing his back to Sylvain's chest? Again: it's all about this kiss, all about Felix swallowing every breath as both hands come to rest atop Sylvain's shoulders.]
Better, [he agrees, all but murmuring the words against Sylvain's lips as he fully settles in his lap. Lazy.] Warm.
[It's a cold, cold world out there, thanks to the wonders of air conditioning. The parts of Felix not submerged in water are still feeling its effects, but he busies himself with kissing the corner of Sylvain's mouth, then moving down to his jaw, gently grazing his teeth along the line of bone. Hongry.]
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He nearly does lose himself in this, even as the sensation of sinking into warm water reminds him that he has limbs to adjust. It isn't the first time Felix has been silently—silently—grateful for Sylvain's ridiculous purchase; there's plenty of room on either side of Sylvain's lap for Felix to tuck his legs, and while it would be better, perhaps, to shift about, pressing his back to Sylvain's chest? Again: it's all about this kiss, all about Felix swallowing every breath as both hands come to rest atop Sylvain's shoulders.]
Better, [he agrees, all but murmuring the words against Sylvain's lips as he fully settles in his lap. Lazy.] Warm.
[It's a cold, cold world out there, thanks to the wonders of air conditioning. The parts of Felix not submerged in water are still feeling its effects, but he busies himself with kissing the corner of Sylvain's mouth, then moving down to his jaw, gently grazing his teeth along the line of bone. Hongry.]