[Oh, it's a tense two seconds for Lorenz, for sure. Sylvain can undoubtedly feel the way he stiffens (and not in the fun way) like he's preparing to nip all this in the bud, the tension going out of him unevenly only when Sylvain, ah- makes little noises and leans into him like that.
It's not what he expects; beyond mockery, he'd have thought Sylvain would only ever want to be blustering on about his many skills by charging on ahead. Hm.
Well, he's learned something new, he supposes. He hums into Sylvain's mouth, like, thoughtfully? He's evaluating even now, weighing the situation at the same time as exploring the inside of Sylvain's mouth. One of them tastes like those gaudy cocktails, maybe both - it's hard to tell.
After a moment Lorenz dips his hand down, fingers tracing Sylvain's chest and around his side to grip one of his wrists. Without pulling away from the kiss he holds for another beat and then taps a finger against Sylvain's hand, pointedly. He may have one hand, for good behavior.]
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It's not what he expects; beyond mockery, he'd have thought Sylvain would only ever want to be blustering on about his many skills by charging on ahead. Hm.
Well, he's learned something new, he supposes. He hums into Sylvain's mouth, like, thoughtfully? He's evaluating even now, weighing the situation at the same time as exploring the inside of Sylvain's mouth. One of them tastes like those gaudy cocktails, maybe both - it's hard to tell.
After a moment Lorenz dips his hand down, fingers tracing Sylvain's chest and around his side to grip one of his wrists. Without pulling away from the kiss he holds for another beat and then taps a finger against Sylvain's hand, pointedly. He may have one hand, for good behavior.]