[ His tone turns fond at that, gaze dropping to trace the curve of that smile. So many of Claude’s smiles are a puzzle in themselves and Sylvain is still piecing them together. This one, though, has him dropping his head enough to steal another kiss. ]
C’mere. [ A tug, as one arm twines about Claude’s waist and the other lifts to tuck his head in against Sylvain’s shoulder as he settles them comfortably and drags the sheet up over them. He knows Claude typically has difficulty sleeping, and while he sometimes has his ways around that, tonight he wants to see if they can just lull themselves there on their own. ]
Close your eyes.
[ A light brush of a kiss against his brow and then fingers card through his dark hair soothing, absently, maintaining the contact as he waits to see if Claude will relax. ]
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[ His tone turns fond at that, gaze dropping to trace the curve of that smile. So many of Claude’s smiles are a puzzle in themselves and Sylvain is still piecing them together. This one, though, has him dropping his head enough to steal another kiss. ]
C’mere. [ A tug, as one arm twines about Claude’s waist and the other lifts to tuck his head in against Sylvain’s shoulder as he settles them comfortably and drags the sheet up over them. He knows Claude typically has difficulty sleeping, and while he sometimes has his ways around that, tonight he wants to see if they can just lull themselves there on their own. ]
Close your eyes.
[ A light brush of a kiss against his brow and then fingers card through his dark hair soothing, absently, maintaining the contact as he waits to see if Claude will relax. ]