[ He chuckles at that, letting his hand slide the rest of the way back Olivine’s jaw. But he doesn’t stop there, letting his fingers thread in the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling in a grip there before he tugs Olivine’s head forward and leans in to capture his lips in a rough kiss.
There’s nothing chaste or tentative in it. Sylvain kisses like he knows exactly what he’s doing - just how deep to go, just how shy of rough would be too much - for most people, at least - and just the right angle to let his tongue tease against Olivine’s lips to coax him into opening for him. Not forcing, despite the play at manhandling. He enjoys how responsive Olivine is already, after all, and doubts he’d need to anyway. ]
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There’s nothing chaste or tentative in it. Sylvain kisses like he knows exactly what he’s doing - just how deep to go, just how shy of rough would be too much - for most people, at least - and just the right angle to let his tongue tease against Olivine’s lips to coax him into opening for him. Not forcing, despite the play at manhandling. He enjoys how responsive Olivine is already, after all, and doubts he’d need to anyway. ]