[ Sylvain had groaned, one arm flopped over his eyes as Jesper turned his full attention to exploring and teasing. He doesn’t bother to hide his reactions from the other man. In his own way, he knows exactly what Jesper is doing - he’d done the same, after all. Learning him, exploring him, cataloguing everything he could learn from the reactions and sounds he teased free. Turnabout was fair play and all that.
Besides. He hadn’t been lying when he’d stated it had been too long since he’d indulged like this. The warzone back home hadn’t exactly set the ideal atmosphere for seduction. And even then, any dalliance he took part in was a careful balance of what he could allow and what he couldn’t. And rarely did he find anything so equal in give and take as this. No, back home it often fell into one of two categories: those who wanted to impress him and those who wanted to use him.
Neither really made for all that satisfying an encounter, all things considered. Oh, that didn’t mean he abstained, of course - he had a reputation to maintain, after all. But it had certainly made his skirt-chasing something far closer to Jesper’s draw to gambling than any real enjoyment of the game.
This, though… This had felt different from the moment he’d first met Jesper and he was still trying to figure out why. And what he should do about it.
He peers out from beneath his arm when Jesper sits up, however, lips quirking in amusement at the statement as he considers being difficult or not. But that feels like it would take far more effort than indulging him, so playfulness aside, he gave a rather dramatic huff as he rolled over, flexible enough to slide his legs around where Jesper still knelt, so that he could stretch out on his stomach instead. ]
Better?
[ Here, there were a few more scars more visible than on his front. The puncture marks of a pair of arrows on the back of one shoulder. A long gash low on his ribs that curved around his side. Something that looked like a burned starburst on one hip. He’s not overly self-conscious about any of them, doesn’t really give them a second thought anymore, in fact. ]
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Besides. He hadn’t been lying when he’d stated it had been too long since he’d indulged like this. The warzone back home hadn’t exactly set the ideal atmosphere for seduction. And even then, any dalliance he took part in was a careful balance of what he could allow and what he couldn’t. And rarely did he find anything so equal in give and take as this. No, back home it often fell into one of two categories: those who wanted to impress him and those who wanted to use him.
Neither really made for all that satisfying an encounter, all things considered. Oh, that didn’t mean he abstained, of course - he had a reputation to maintain, after all. But it had certainly made his skirt-chasing something far closer to Jesper’s draw to gambling than any real enjoyment of the game.
This, though… This had felt different from the moment he’d first met Jesper and he was still trying to figure out why. And what he should do about it.
He peers out from beneath his arm when Jesper sits up, however, lips quirking in amusement at the statement as he considers being difficult or not. But that feels like it would take far more effort than indulging him, so playfulness aside, he gave a rather dramatic huff as he rolled over, flexible enough to slide his legs around where Jesper still knelt, so that he could stretch out on his stomach instead. ]
Better?
[ Here, there were a few more scars more visible than on his front. The puncture marks of a pair of arrows on the back of one shoulder. A long gash low on his ribs that curved around his side. Something that looked like a burned starburst on one hip. He’s not overly self-conscious about any of them, doesn’t really give them a second thought anymore, in fact. ]