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( from the maze prompt )

[ He'd spotted her a few times throughout the night, but still wasn't entirely certain his guess was right. he hadn't had a chance to get close enough to look deeper into his guess, either. At least, not until he spotted her slipping out a side door in the direction of the Rose Maze.

Finishing off his wine, he excuses himself from the conversation he'd been halfheartedly taking part in and moved to follow her, slipping silently out onto the patio and moving to her side.

Just as her hand came out to latch onto his with a surprising grip and his golden eyes flit to her masked face, even though it gives nothing away, especially since he can't currently see her mouth - which tended to be one of the most obvious tells of what she was feeling.

And he still wasn't entirely certain he'd guessed correctly in the first place.

The offer, however, gets a quick and easy grin from him, lips curving to reveal teeth as he bent over her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles. ]

I'm not afraid of your claws. Even if they are sharp. In fact, that might just add to the allure.

[ His voice is low and husky, playful, but there's a deeper lilt, the faint traces of an accent that isn't normally there. Something he's adopted for the evening to help and hide his identity further. He doubts there's anyone here who might recognize the Srengi lilt to his words except for maybe Claude, and even that's doubtful. ]

[ It's considerably warmer in the stairwell down into the guest quarters below deck of the cruise ship and the sound of Sylvain's low laughter precedes him down the corridor as he heads for the room they're sharing while onboard. He can hear Claude's footsteps just behind him, but as Hilda is currently draped over one of his broad shoulders, he can't actually look back to see him there.

When she squirms in his grip, he gives her ass a playful smack with one broad hand, smirking as he does so. ]

If you don't want me to accidentally damage this dress of yours, I'd hold still if I were you.

I have an idea if you think you're up for it.

[ Claude says this as he breaks the latest kiss in a long line of many as they'd stumbled their way into bed on this particular night. Words had been forgotten for a little bit - an impressive feat for two men who enjoy using them to all kinds of advantages and upon each other all for the fun of seeing what might happen. What might not work, what absolutely will as it uncovers something else: all things Claude's stored away into forming this very idea he's dangling in front of Sylvain without much else context.

Or, well - there's some context given the state of half undress they're in when it'd been too much bother to get out of clothing first beyond fingers scrabbling over a button or a closure briefly in favor of urging Sylvain towards his waiting bed for once stripped of all books, papers, and anything else within it. Call it a slight bribe just like the leg he has between the other man's even as he has a hand inside his trousers to palm him, so it's with a smirk Claude withdraws his hand from teasing just to make sure there's no distractions.

As much as any such pause can last, anyway. ]

And that's only if you think you can handle it, that is.

[ A little bonus teasing of another kind to appeal to their respective competitive natures on top of everything else never hurts. ]

No, for real, it had been an honest-to-goddess actual engraved invitation.

Sylvain had burst out laughing when it had dropped on his lap out of thin air, because leave it to his lover to get creative about setting this up.

He also knew better than to show up late. Even if the event in question was being hosted in his own lodge, tucked away on a snowy day. Knocking on the doorframe, he poked his head into the rooms he’d given Jesper for when he stayed here, amusement evident on his face as he steps inside and waves the paper in his general direction.

“What’s the occasion?”

Not that Jesper needed one. But he’s known his lover long enough now to tell when he’s Up To Something.

Edited 2024-04-21 16:16 (UTC)

( from here )

His gaze never once wavers from Jesper's once he feels the other man's attention focus in on them like they're the only ones left in the world. The festival still waiting for them to attend would beg to differ, but Claude also tunes it and everything else out when familiar lips trap a sound he'd like to hear more of against his skin.

In the same instant those hands on him turn from adoration alone to adoration with want behind it, he's arching back again to meet Sylvain's arousal and press against it to encourage more. More touches, more interest when this tips from being a way to pass the time before departing to something well worth sacrificing the state of his outfit for.

"Are you looking for a show, Jesper?" The supposed innocence of that question is entirely offset by the fact that Claude reaches against for one of Sylvain's roaming hands, not content to let him make the next move no matter how nice that grasp on him growing more deliberate by the minute is. This time he directs that hand south to where his own arousal will be made readily apparent by touch and loose clothing becoming less so beneath Sylvain's touch. And since he can't touch Jesper at current, he'll have to let words do some of that work for him.

"Surely the years have taught you we're capable of putting one on just to your liking. Or," as he shifts his arm draped around Sylvain's neck up to slide a hand into red hair for the start of a grasp on it, "we could choose for you."

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