[ who's the insatiable one now? is what he thinks, what he said the first time they dealt with iris and the triple moons together. and while he doesn't say it, it's there in the curve of his smile, in the way he relaxes further against the side of the tub and lets felix suck another mark among the ones he's already sporting on his throat. felix is a biter and it didn't surprise sylvain in the least when he discovered it, and like, maybe he's into it—a lot into it, if the way he encourages him is any indication. it's more than just the fact that it feels good, but there's something about felix marking him up, staking his claim where everyone can see that drives him a little crazy. for as much as sylvain is possessive of felix, sanguis or no, he's never had that sort of attention directed to himself; the idea that anyone could want him enough, let alone felix, is something that still catches him by surprise, even if it may not be as frequent as it was before.
and he should have expected that answer too, a crooked grin on his face when he looks back down at felix again, lashes fluttering as felix's cock drags across his stomach, the sensation dulled a little by the water. he can't even judge, not when his own twitches just beneath him, pressed against the seam of his ass, and it never ceases to amaze him how felix always makes him go from zero to sixty in no time at all. ]
Hmm, [ sylvain leans in, trailing open mouthed kisses down the side of his neck, more lips than teeth. he pauses at the base of felix's neck, nipping at a dark bruise he'd left near his nape earlier, biting down as if to renew it. ] You feel pretty warm here... maybe somewhere else, then.
[ there's a little dish of soap next to the oils that he reaches for, rubbing between his hands to get a thick lather going before setting his hands on felix's shoulders. there's no rush, despite the heat and the want and everything else just simmering between them, and sylvain likes this too: simply touching felix, running soapy hands over his skin, massaging out the little knots he feels along his back, sliding his fingers down his chest to tweak a nipple. he avoids his cock in favor of returning to his lower back, rubbing firm fingers along his spine just shy of his tail. ]
How am I doing? [ it's murmured against felix's lips, pressing a trail of kisses across to the point of his jaw as his fingers drift lower past the little ball of fluff, dipping into the soft skin between his cheeks. ] Am I close?
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and he should have expected that answer too, a crooked grin on his face when he looks back down at felix again, lashes fluttering as felix's cock drags across his stomach, the sensation dulled a little by the water. he can't even judge, not when his own twitches just beneath him, pressed against the seam of his ass, and it never ceases to amaze him how felix always makes him go from zero to sixty in no time at all. ]
Hmm, [ sylvain leans in, trailing open mouthed kisses down the side of his neck, more lips than teeth. he pauses at the base of felix's neck, nipping at a dark bruise he'd left near his nape earlier, biting down as if to renew it. ] You feel pretty warm here... maybe somewhere else, then.
[ there's a little dish of soap next to the oils that he reaches for, rubbing between his hands to get a thick lather going before setting his hands on felix's shoulders. there's no rush, despite the heat and the want and everything else just simmering between them, and sylvain likes this too: simply touching felix, running soapy hands over his skin, massaging out the little knots he feels along his back, sliding his fingers down his chest to tweak a nipple. he avoids his cock in favor of returning to his lower back, rubbing firm fingers along his spine just shy of his tail. ]
How am I doing? [ it's murmured against felix's lips, pressing a trail of kisses across to the point of his jaw as his fingers drift lower past the little ball of fluff, dipping into the soft skin between his cheeks. ] Am I close?