[ Claude's grinning in return as he drops his hands away from his mostly undone shirt, deciding it can wait for a minute in favor of getting rid of the skirt instead. Something he probably should have done before, but it's easy enough to slide off with maybe a few too many convenient brushes against Sylvain's arousal as an all too convenient bonus. ]
I've already seen you with clothes on plenty over the last however long. [ Months. A lot of them. ] Now's the time to find out if reality matches, I suppose.
[ Off goes Claude's shirt as it's tossed haphazardly to the end of the bed where the skirt already rests. The boots can wait, he decides, in favor of reaching for Sylvain's shirt he'd let get the better of him before.
But not now - now Claude leans down as though he's going in for another kiss but instead swerves at the last second to ghost his lips along a chiseled jaw before dragging his teeth down along sensitive skin. He lets his hands slide beneath the fabric, that stubborn button finally giving way to let the shirt slip free as he worries a none too easily hidden mark into Sylvain's neck. ]
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[ Claude's grinning in return as he drops his hands away from his mostly undone shirt, deciding it can wait for a minute in favor of getting rid of the skirt instead. Something he probably should have done before, but it's easy enough to slide off with maybe a few too many convenient brushes against Sylvain's arousal as an all too convenient bonus. ]
I've already seen you with clothes on plenty over the last however long. [ Months. A lot of them. ] Now's the time to find out if reality matches, I suppose.
[ Off goes Claude's shirt as it's tossed haphazardly to the end of the bed where the skirt already rests. The boots can wait, he decides, in favor of reaching for Sylvain's shirt he'd let get the better of him before.
But not now - now Claude leans down as though he's going in for another kiss but instead swerves at the last second to ghost his lips along a chiseled jaw before dragging his teeth down along sensitive skin. He lets his hands slide beneath the fabric, that stubborn button finally giving way to let the shirt slip free as he worries a none too easily hidden mark into Sylvain's neck. ]