Inbox: Abraxas

[philancer]

INBOX text / action / horizon Roses are red, violets are blue,
and right now it seems I'm missing you.
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[godshattering]

Do I have to?

[ It's not much of a sulk considering Sylvain had announced his intentions before being dealt distraction after distraction, but Claude's still going to lean back on his elbows like he's inconvenienced regardless. That doesn't last for long considering Sylvain's back in a near instant and Claude lets himself be placed back where he was, one corner of his mouth curved upwards in a half-smile until there's lips on his again.

Then it's easy to be distracted himself again even as Sylvain carries on with the washcloth, one kiss after another muffling whatever small sigh of contentment leaves him at one point. For all the guards he puts up and should maybe remember to set back into place, it's suddenly difficult. There's that feeling of care again being directed at him in a way which could easily pull him towards something else he's decisively not letting himself feel.

It's with that in mind Claude decides to reach for the washcloth without looking by running his fingers down Sylvain's arm again to retrieve it, nipping the other's bottom lip as he takes over cleaning duty while focusing on Sylvain. ]

Maybe you should add multitasking to your list of charms while you're at it.

[philancer]

Pretty sure that was already on my list, but some would disagree with that being considered a charm.

[ There's a soft chuckle under the words as he lets Claude take the damp cloth from him, content to brace himself over the man and just keep kissing him.

He's still trying not to dwell on how... comfortable this is. How easy it had come. How reluctant he was to end the affection even now, when he's pretty sure they're going to need a longer break than just a few minutes. Normally by now he'd be settling in and getting ready to sleep. But he can't quite tear his hands - or his lips - away from the man beneath him.

He has a feeling he's not going to feel sated when it comes to Claude, for a long while. Which would be a scary thought, if Claude weren't so damned distracting. And perhaps as distracted by this as he was.

His hands slide up the man's arms, calloused fingers light and teasing, until they come to rest against his jaw once more, letting Claude do whatever he wanted as long as he could indulge in the decadent kisses he could steal from him. ]

[godshattering]

[ 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?

[philancer]

Or, one could make the argument that if morning never comes until we sleep, we suddenly have an awful lot of time to work through that list before we have to worry about being responsible adults again.

[ His lips are quirked into a smirk as Claude's thumbs slide over them, amusement warm in dark eyes. Because he's pretty sure that's the opposite of what Claude had been trying to point out.

Doesn't make it any less a valid argument, however.

If we don't get any sleep tonight, though, it's all your fault.

[ He sounds very confident about that, at least. ]

[godshattering]

I'm not sorry if you don't get any sleep because of anticipation for the morning. That just means a job well done on my part.

[ Because he's going to take a chance to jokingly pat himself on the back and bring a theme of the night back full circle again to nicely tie it all together, and the grin on Claude's face says he might be more than a little proud of this. There's a risk here that continuing to look at Sylvain like this might actually derail whatever tenuous plans of sleep have been voiced, especially as the seconds continue to tick by and he can feel that distraction creeping in.

Without further ado he wraps one leg around the other's waist while dropping his hands back to strong shoulders and uses both to roll Sylvain onto his side. That's a start. ]

Step one is you laying down, so there's that one checked off the list.

[philancer]

You realize that's step one to a whole lot more things than just sleeping.

[ There's laughter in his tone as he drops back to the mattress, grinning at Claude all the while. His hand drops to slide up the outside of the man's leg, where it's still twined around his waist. Chuckling, his voice low and husky, he drags Claude closer so they're chest to chest now, bending his head to drop a kiss on the tip of his nose. ]

[godshattering]

It might be, but this step is a particularly important one. Don't go breaking my trust on it so quickly.

[ With a grin to match Sylvain's laughter since - well, he's not wrong, and it seems funnier to Claude to turn this into a joke. If there's a possibility he unconsciously means something besides joking around about sleeping and all this procrastination, that's beyond him at the moment.

Especially when he's pulled closer still to enjoy the warmth that comes along with it, when Sylvain leaves that kiss on his nose, when he studies the other's face with an aloofly smiling mask set in place - maybe it does cross his mind as in the same instant he considers whether it'd be worth putting yet another wall down, and then just as quickly abandons that idea. That hinges upon far too much with so many unknowns.

Instead he lifts a hand to again trail fingers along one side of Sylvain's jaw, smile shifting subtly again to something that's less of a stand-in for one. ]

See, this is the part where you get too comfortable to move and fall asleep. Works every time.

[philancer]

I will if you will.

[ 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. ]

[godshattering]

[ There's a huff of a laugh at that - threat? promise? - agreement about sleeping, if only because he still fully believes in what he'd said. Of all the times he's stayed in anyone's bed after the fact, rare as those times were to begin with, Claude can count practically on one hand the amount of times where he was the one sleep came to him first. That's a further guard he doesn't let down even after the one of ending up in bed in the first place, and this won't be any different. He's sure of it.

The arm around his waist leads him to settling into Sylvain's shoulder even before he's beckoned into doing so, as if some kind of magnet's drawn him there. It feels - secure, which he thinks is a funny word for his mind to have chosen over comfortable, but he doesn't dwell on it in favor of resisting the urge to roll his eyes. ]

Fine, but only if you are, too.

[ Gotta stick to making sure Sylvain falls asleep too, after all. For the sake of it he'll close his own to make sure should the other make the completely reasonable move of checking whether they're actually both doing this. That means it's easier to focus on enjoying the hand in his hair and to relax a little bit more than has occurred to him by the time he considers that he's just resting his eyes. Definitely. It's nothing more than that in the ongoing attempt to make sure he's the last one awake.

What it actually means is that when sleep begins to creep in he doesn't even notice it happening, and his last thought might be something along the lines of feeling secure again, but it'll go unfinished as he finally drifts off. ]