[ Sylvain just chuckles into that kiss, leaning into the touch with an impish grin. He's half-tempted just to drag this out to exasperate Claude, but it's getting to the point that Sylvain really wants the thing gone, too. ]
I suppose you have a point.
[ He lets his hands skim up along Claude's sides, the curve emphasized by the corset portion of the dress. Letting his fingers slide inwards, he starts deftly undoing the small clasps down the front, even as he leans in to kiss him again, deeper this time. It's both playful and distracting until a moment later, he has the top undone and is sliding it out of the way from beneath him. It left Claude in just the shirt and the skirt - both of which were far easier to strip off - and the boots. Which he hadn't decided yet if he wanted to get rid of at all. ]
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I suppose you have a point.
[ He lets his hands skim up along Claude's sides, the curve emphasized by the corset portion of the dress. Letting his fingers slide inwards, he starts deftly undoing the small clasps down the front, even as he leans in to kiss him again, deeper this time. It's both playful and distracting until a moment later, he has the top undone and is sliding it out of the way from beneath him. It left Claude in just the shirt and the skirt - both of which were far easier to strip off - and the boots. Which he hadn't decided yet if he wanted to get rid of at all. ]
Better?