[A reaction is expected, of course, but the speed with which Sylvain moves catches Felix by surprise? Sends his breath hitching in his throat just before Sylvain's mouth crashes against his own, because oh, that's good—but Sylvain kneeling before him is even better. Intoxicating, really, and Felix watches him, hungrily, through half-lidded eyes, lips parting in a whine as the contrast between the gentleness of that kiss and the roughness of Sylvain's beard against sensitive skin sends the last coherent thoughts racing from his mind. It's been so, so long since he's been touched.
And it's been so, so long since Sylvain has done this, swallowing him in one smooth motion, and Felix's eyes flutter closed. He just needs... a moment. A second. Goddess above.]
Sylvain—
[A breathy, almost wounded noise as Felix digs his heels into Sylvain's upper back, resisting the urge to buck into that warmth, that pressure. It's shameful, the way his thighs tremble with effort—but he ignores it. Focuses on twining the fingers of one hand through that shock of red hair as he slides his other hand behind him, knocking something over in the process. An inkwell, by the sound of it. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but this, and so Felix tightens his grip, wordlessly encouraging Sylvain to continue.]
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And it's been so, so long since Sylvain has done this, swallowing him in one smooth motion, and Felix's eyes flutter closed. He just needs... a moment. A second. Goddess above.]
Sylvain—
[A breathy, almost wounded noise as Felix digs his heels into Sylvain's upper back, resisting the urge to buck into that warmth, that pressure. It's shameful, the way his thighs tremble with effort—but he ignores it. Focuses on twining the fingers of one hand through that shock of red hair as he slides his other hand behind him, knocking something over in the process. An inkwell, by the sound of it. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but this, and so Felix tightens his grip, wordlessly encouraging Sylvain to continue.]