[ Something in how Sylvain eyes him for a second makes it very, very difficult to not feel immensely smug. As the other man approaches wordlessly Claude merely watches from beneath his lashes, smirk still present as strong arms find the desk next to him with the intent of keep him there and lasts right up until Sylvain's mouth finds his.
A pleased noise leaves him to sink straight into the intensity of that kiss as he meets it, and Claude's hands are the first to leave the desk with one hand coming to rest on a shoulder and the other on a bicep. A silly move since not one second later he's already contemplating shifting to pull him closer, but Sylvain beats him to it with that hand in his hair that generates a surprised inhale from him as the kiss deepens.
There is, just for an instant, the feeling of falling. Not in the physical sense as he's anchored in place, but something else. Something he doesn't want to put a name to like that'll keep it invisible and never to be seen again, something he feels anyway as his grasp on the other's shoulder tightens. Want is a powerful thing, and more so if one surrenders to it.
But Claude will always try to claw back control whenever there's the slightest opportunity for him to, and so even though it requires straining a bit against Sylvain's grasp in his hair - not that he's protesting that either when it pulls enough to send a small shiver of enjoyment through him - he leans back and catches Sylvain's bottom lip in his teeth with only enough pressure to catch his attention before releasing it. ]
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Date: 2023-04-17 02:48 am (UTC)A pleased noise leaves him to sink straight into the intensity of that kiss as he meets it, and Claude's hands are the first to leave the desk with one hand coming to rest on a shoulder and the other on a bicep. A silly move since not one second later he's already contemplating shifting to pull him closer, but Sylvain beats him to it with that hand in his hair that generates a surprised inhale from him as the kiss deepens.
There is, just for an instant, the feeling of falling. Not in the physical sense as he's anchored in place, but something else. Something he doesn't want to put a name to like that'll keep it invisible and never to be seen again, something he feels anyway as his grasp on the other's shoulder tightens. Want is a powerful thing, and more so if one surrenders to it.
But Claude will always try to claw back control whenever there's the slightest opportunity for him to, and so even though it requires straining a bit against Sylvain's grasp in his hair - not that he's protesting that either when it pulls enough to send a small shiver of enjoyment through him - he leans back and catches Sylvain's bottom lip in his teeth with only enough pressure to catch his attention before releasing it. ]
Fuck me already.