[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.]
[ felix digs his heels into his back and sylvain shuffles forward on his knees, leaning in and framing felix's hips with his arms, setting his elbows on his thighs to hold him in place. it's been a long time since he'd taken felix in his mouth, an even longer time since he'd heard those breathy noises, louder now as they echo in the quiet of the room. felix's fingers in his hair feels especially good as he lifts his head, slowly pulling off with a wet sound to tilt his head briefly into that touch. ]
Missed you, [ he says again, voice low and raspy, replacing his mouth temporarily with his hand. his fingers drag spit and slick down felix's cock, pressing his thumb gently into the slit as he sighs, as if this was the only thing he's ever wanted. and maybe it is. ] Missed how you taste.
[ he misses those whines too, leaning down again to coax more of them out while he sucks a bruise into felix's inner thigh, rubs his stubble along the soft skin there and just below his cock, soothing the pink marks leftover with his tongue. he's almost painfully hard in his trousers but he doesn't care, going back to felix's cock to take him in again, mouthing gently along the length. he'll take him apart on the table, fill the room with his scent, mark up felix's ass and thighs until he won't be able to sit properly; until every time he passes by this very room, he'll press his thighs together just from the memory of it. ]
[So this is how Felix dies, then: perched atop a table, breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he involuntarily squeezes his thighs around Sylvain's neck. It's uncomfortable, probably. Felix is somewhat aware of this much as his eyes slide open once again, focusing on Sylvain's face as Sylvain speaks, and damn, but if the sound of Sylvain's voice doesn't drag him even closer to the edge. He's been alone for weeks, now, and while there have been desperate nights he's worked fingers into himself and thought of this, of Sylvain taking him apart before painstakingly piecing him back together, nothing compares to the sight of Sylvain on his knees? To the feeling of Sylvain's beard scraping against oh-so sensitive skin, which contrasts so, so nicely with the plush warmth of Sylvain's tongue. It's— he's—
...Listen: Felix has always been stupidly sensitive. Get him in the bedroom—strip away his defenses, layer by stubborn layer—and it's amazing, how little will leave such a proud man a twitching, gasping mess. The key is memorizing what, exactly, draws the most minute reactions from him—and as Sylvain has spent years exploring every inch of Felix's body, it stands to reason that Sylvain knows precisely how much pressure to apply, precisely when a simple flick of his wrist will send a shiver racing up Felix's spine. It's only fair.
Except it isn't fair, not at all, but all that Felix can do is tilt his head back before the quietest of moans escapes him.]
I can't—
[—hold back, he means, because it's been so long, and Sylvain is so good, and Felix is only human, hence the noticeable twitch of his cock. A few more minutes of this and he's done—and he'll be ready to come again in far less time than he normally would, thanks to his impending heat, but it's the principle of the matter? The embarrassment that is coming down Sylvain's throat so soon after being reunited, which sends him yanking at Sylvain's hair even as an all-too familiar heat pools low within him. It feels as though he's pulled taut as a bowstring; he's set to either come with a cry or collapse in on himself, if Sylvain is cruel enough to pull away. It has been... the longest separation, do not at him.]
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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.]
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Missed you, [ he says again, voice low and raspy, replacing his mouth temporarily with his hand. his fingers drag spit and slick down felix's cock, pressing his thumb gently into the slit as he sighs, as if this was the only thing he's ever wanted. and maybe it is. ] Missed how you taste.
[ he misses those whines too, leaning down again to coax more of them out while he sucks a bruise into felix's inner thigh, rubs his stubble along the soft skin there and just below his cock, soothing the pink marks leftover with his tongue. he's almost painfully hard in his trousers but he doesn't care, going back to felix's cock to take him in again, mouthing gently along the length. he'll take him apart on the table, fill the room with his scent, mark up felix's ass and thighs until he won't be able to sit properly; until every time he passes by this very room, he'll press his thighs together just from the memory of it. ]
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...Listen: Felix has always been stupidly sensitive. Get him in the bedroom—strip away his defenses, layer by stubborn layer—and it's amazing, how little will leave such a proud man a twitching, gasping mess. The key is memorizing what, exactly, draws the most minute reactions from him—and as Sylvain has spent years exploring every inch of Felix's body, it stands to reason that Sylvain knows precisely how much pressure to apply, precisely when a simple flick of his wrist will send a shiver racing up Felix's spine. It's only fair.
Except it isn't fair, not at all, but all that Felix can do is tilt his head back before the quietest of moans escapes him.]
I can't—
[—hold back, he means, because it's been so long, and Sylvain is so good, and Felix is only human, hence the noticeable twitch of his cock. A few more minutes of this and he's done—and he'll be ready to come again in far less time than he normally would, thanks to his impending heat, but it's the principle of the matter? The embarrassment that is coming down Sylvain's throat so soon after being reunited, which sends him yanking at Sylvain's hair even as an all-too familiar heat pools low within him. It feels as though he's pulled taut as a bowstring; he's set to either come with a cry or collapse in on himself, if Sylvain is cruel enough to pull away. It has been... the longest separation, do not at him.]