[ he laughs quietly against felix's skin, low and husky from the way felix wraps himself around him, the way he smells and the way he sounds and the way he feels. the hand on felix's hip slides down to curl around one of his thighs, pulls it higher up his waist until he can feel felix against his groin, even through the layers of clothing between them. it makes sylvain groan into the soft curve of his neck, latching once more onto the bite to suck on it just shy of too rough. both of them know he wouldn't care anyway, not when felix is like this—so warm and open, loose and pliant and needy. ]
Imagine my surprise when I was informed that Duke Fraldarius still insisted on being present for the council meeting. [ except it's not a surprise at all, considering how stubborn felix is. it's at least ninety percent of why sylvain loves him, and it shows in his smile when he finally lifts his head, leaning into the warmth of felix's fingers combing through the scruff that he's collected during his time away. ] There goes my dream of you lounging in bed, waiting to welcome me home.
[ but is he disappointed? no, not in the least. because nothing compares to the feeling of having felix in his arms no matter where they are, or the surge of affection and desire in his chest as felix paws at his clothes. he sheds the thick furs and fabrics one by one, until he's left in just his shirt and trousers, sleeves rolled up to reveal the new thickness in his arms, the broader width of his chest and shoulders he'd gained in his time away. and the pause is enough to cool the urgency, just enough for him to press a softer kiss to felix's mouth, one hand sliding up the slender length of felix's back. ]
Hey. [ his thumb smooths over felix's cheek, brushing gently over the swell of his lower lip. ] I missed you.
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[ he laughs quietly against felix's skin, low and husky from the way felix wraps himself around him, the way he smells and the way he sounds and the way he feels. the hand on felix's hip slides down to curl around one of his thighs, pulls it higher up his waist until he can feel felix against his groin, even through the layers of clothing between them. it makes sylvain groan into the soft curve of his neck, latching once more onto the bite to suck on it just shy of too rough. both of them know he wouldn't care anyway, not when felix is like this—so warm and open, loose and pliant and needy. ]
Imagine my surprise when I was informed that Duke Fraldarius still insisted on being present for the council meeting. [ except it's not a surprise at all, considering how stubborn felix is. it's at least ninety percent of why sylvain loves him, and it shows in his smile when he finally lifts his head, leaning into the warmth of felix's fingers combing through the scruff that he's collected during his time away. ] There goes my dream of you lounging in bed, waiting to welcome me home.
[ but is he disappointed? no, not in the least. because nothing compares to the feeling of having felix in his arms no matter where they are, or the surge of affection and desire in his chest as felix paws at his clothes. he sheds the thick furs and fabrics one by one, until he's left in just his shirt and trousers, sleeves rolled up to reveal the new thickness in his arms, the broader width of his chest and shoulders he'd gained in his time away. and the pause is enough to cool the urgency, just enough for him to press a softer kiss to felix's mouth, one hand sliding up the slender length of felix's back. ]
Hey. [ his thumb smooths over felix's cheek, brushing gently over the swell of his lower lip. ] I missed you.