[ He might've laughed at that and probably would have were it not for the mouth on his immediately following it. For once in his life Claude's not inspired to keep talking; indulge is a good word for what they're both doing when the outlines of this feel more and more freeing with each kiss pulling him farther and farther into forgetting all his carefully constructed rules for everything.

Dangerous. Somewhere there's a pile of kindling waiting to spark, and who knows where it might lead. It's the sort of thing he'd approach with caution - and might later, if he remembers to - but right now it feels far from his mind.

The washcloth gets tossed aside as a problem for their future selves to deal with when he's finished, and now it's Claude's turn to place his hands on Sylvain's face. Rather than letting them rest there he trails them down to the other's jaw - a convenient spot to then slide both thumbs over the other's lips after leaning a little bit back more in the pillows to break the kiss. ]

This might just be a rumor I've heard, but I did hear once morning doesn't technically come if you don't sleep first. [ This is absolutely the sort of thing he heard as an unruly child, the memory of which is all the more reason to bring a grin to his face along with the sight of Sylvain over him. ] It'd be a shame to miss out on our list because of a technicality like that, wouldn't it?