[eyes close for a moment as Sylvain's fingers stroke his jaw, reveling in all of it. He's close, warm, gentle (though heaven knows Olivine could stand to see the end of that, soon enough), and it's enough to really help settle into... well, the rest of what they'd implied none too long ago.]
No more discomfort there. You can test it, if you'd like.
[The words are so mild, but Olivine's tone is almost a purr when his fingers find purchase on Sylvain's clothes, closing in on what space remains between them. "There," he says, and doesn't elaborate.]
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No more discomfort there. You can test it, if you'd like.
[The words are so mild, but Olivine's tone is almost a purr when his fingers find purchase on Sylvain's clothes, closing in on what space remains between them. "There," he says, and doesn't elaborate.]