[That's a little sheepish, earnest as it is. Quiet, sure, but...
Fingers thread in his hair and Olivine sighs contently, holding them both steady as Sylvain leans back into him. His fingers stroke the redhead's side in fond and absent circles, humming thoughtfully at the suggestions.]
That would work... I'd definitely struggle a bit with it. [that smirk is unfair, okay. It drags color up his cheeks, toward his ears, and Olivine struggles not to squirm all over again.] ... I'm pretty sure you could manage that no matter what position I was in, Sylvain... but that makes me want to hold out for the second, too. I guess we'll see what I can handle, then.
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[That's a little sheepish, earnest as it is. Quiet, sure, but...
Fingers thread in his hair and Olivine sighs contently, holding them both steady as Sylvain leans back into him. His fingers stroke the redhead's side in fond and absent circles, humming thoughtfully at the suggestions.]
That would work... I'd definitely struggle a bit with it. [that smirk is unfair, okay. It drags color up his cheeks, toward his ears, and Olivine struggles not to squirm all over again.] ... I'm pretty sure you could manage that no matter what position I was in, Sylvain... but that makes me want to hold out for the second, too. I guess we'll see what I can handle, then.