[For a moment Lorenz wonders if he'll have to actually say it out loud, or if Sylvain will take the cue-- and then he wonders if Sylvain will immediately ruin this tenuous, mm, nice thing? This is - good. If only because he assumes Sylvain will ruin it on purpose, and he hasn't yet.
But ah, he's with the program, problem averted. And it's not only good-because-no-one-ruined-it, it's good because it's good, the feeling of fingers in his hair and against his scalp sending a shiver through him, undeniably compelling. He slides his fingers up to Sylvain's shirt collar and then dips just barely past it, settling against the column of his throat. Ignore that his hands are a little cold, that just happens.
The thing at the back of his mind that pulls a string taut suspiciously every time Sylvain so much as twitches finally doesn't, for once; Lorenz makes a noise that is... tentative approval, when Sylvain kisses him deeper. He slides his tongue against the other's, licking into his mouth as invitingly as he can muster.]
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But ah, he's with the program, problem averted. And it's not only good-because-no-one-ruined-it, it's good because it's good, the feeling of fingers in his hair and against his scalp sending a shiver through him, undeniably compelling. He slides his fingers up to Sylvain's shirt collar and then dips just barely past it, settling against the column of his throat. Ignore that his hands are a little cold, that just happens.
The thing at the back of his mind that pulls a string taut suspiciously every time Sylvain so much as twitches finally doesn't, for once; Lorenz makes a noise that is... tentative approval, when Sylvain kisses him deeper. He slides his tongue against the other's, licking into his mouth as invitingly as he can muster.]