[There is, Claude notices, only one chair alongside the bed in the room, so he'll go ahead and lay claim to the chair, the picture of casual as he perches on the arm of it.] I'd say now's the best time to admit it, actually. Better for both of us to be on the same page, right?
[Claude's eyes follow his over to the Wall of Sin. Now would actually be a good time to admit he's never had an occasion to do anything remotely like this, but... you know how Claude is about admitting things about himself. We're gonna fake it til we make it. Don't think about the hypocrisy of that with what he just said-- it could be interpreted as him admitting he doesn't know what he's doing either, after all. The plausible deniability is there.]
That's an understatement. I think even the two of us combined would have trouble thinking up uses for everything here.
Oh, I have every faith in our creative inventiveness. I’m sure we’d think of something.
[ Claude is shot a cheeky grin and a playful wink as Sylvain watches him move to perch on the arm of the chair. He supposes, thinking about it, that a cat fits him pretty well, too.
But there’s probably a few things they should establish before he goes picking things arbitrarily off the wall for this, which is what has him crossing to that chair and leaning over the other man a bit, one hand propped on the back of it behind him as he studies his expression in amusement. ]
Maybe the question here should be ‘what kind of Master do you want?’
[ Not that he can picture Claude surrendering to this sort of thing easily, but eh, they’re in here to play in good fun, so maybe it will give them something new to experience.
… Or maybe Claude will just keep talking in circles and he’ll have to make this up as he goes. ]
[The smart money's on Claude continuing to talk in circles, but hey, stranger things have happened. And there might be a drink or two in his system easing the way. (Not that that's going to make it easy so much as remotely possible for a man like Claude.)
Claude meets Sylvain's gaze head-on, a coy turn to his lips. It's a very fair and important question and he is absolutely going to lob that ball right back into Sylvain's court.] Hard to say, having never had one before. [He'll at least admit to not having done pet-play before. He certainly doesn't seem to mind Sylvain's looming, a measure of heat in his eyes that even he can't hide when he looks up at the redhead like this.] I've been told I remind someone of you before... what do you think I'd be interested in?
[ That admission about the reminder just gets a bemused snort from Sylvain as he arches an eyebrow. ] Man, who did you piss off that day?
[ That’s definitely not a comparison he would have thought to make. Ever. He’s not even quite sure what prompted it. Sure, they’d played a few chess matches back in their school days, but it wasn’t like he and Claude had ever traveled in the same circles much. ]
And I don’t know. That is why I was asking you, after all. At the very least so I could avoid crossing any lines that would make you uncomfortable in the process.
[ …But maybe Claude didn’t know what those were either. Sylvain squints at him a moment, trying to remember if he’d ever heard anything or seen anyone coming in and out of Claude’s room, since it had always been so close to his own. He didn’t think so, other than maybe Hilda a time or two, but he wasn’t sure that counted. Or maybe it did, what did he know? ]
Have you ever had an actual lover before, for that matter? [ Because if Claude was still a virgin, Sylvain was definitely taking a number of things right off the table from the get-go. ]
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[Claude's expression breaks for a moment with a stifled laugh. Ahh, the memories of simpler times...]
It was Ingrid, actually. [So yes, she was pissed off at him. Sylvain pretty quickly susses out the truth, and yeah, maybe there is something to the comparison because clearly he's smarter than he likes everyone to think.
For as much as Claude has a reputation for being a schemer and a liar, he doesn't straight up lie very often-- it's not that he can't, but generally he prefers to edge around the truth, or let people come to their own conclusions and avoid confirming or denying either way. And, well, he kind of wasn't expecting Sylvain to figure that out so damn quick. As close as they are, it'd be hard for Sylvain not to see his smile faltering for a moment, or the way he doesn't quite meet his gaze suddenly.]
I really wasn't expecting to run into a familiar face here. [He says instead of verbally answering the question, which is definitely an answer in itself.]
He lives to ruin the days of any nearby golden deer, clearly.
Oh man. [ Sylvain doesn’t know whether to laugh or wince in sympathy. ] If she brought me into one of her lectures, you really must have pissed her off.
[ Still, that falter is impossible to miss. Especially since he’d been watching for a specific reaction to that question and Claude might not have meant to give him so obvious and answer but… well. He really had.
He can’t quite keep his eyebrows from winging upwards in surprise for a moment because really?! No one had ever actually managed to land Claude von Riegan? That seemed so… ludicrous, honestly. ]
So… I’ll take that as a no, then. [ Because by not answering that question, Claude had very much answered that question. ] Well, that… just means I’m going to have to be more inventive than I initially realized.
[ He’s still leaning a hand against the back of the chair beside Claude and when the other man averts his gaze, won’t look at him, he slides his fingers under his chin to tilt his head back towards him. Forcefully bringing Claude’s attention back to focus on him if he has to. ]
Look, no one outside this room has to know what happens in here. So if you’re not comfortable with it going that far, you can say that and I’m not gonna judge. Same goes for if you are looking to change that. I realize getting a familiar face in here with you might make this more… awkward than you anticipated, but believe it or not, I do know how to be discreet.
[ There’s a faint twitch at the corner of his lips, because that’s already been called into question twice today and he’s still a little annoyed about it. ]
[Yes, well, your surprise at that just means you fell for his clever ruse! So there! Look, he's been kind of busy with a war and all and intimacy of all kinds is terrifying. Getting laid has not been a priority.
Just the touch has him looking back at Sylvain, and is that a hint of a blush starting at the tips of his ears? He is not immune to the charms of Sylvain Gautier...
As much as he was hoping to fall back on the tried and true 'fake it til you make it' approach even with this, it does make something in the pit of his stomach unknot to be told that he doesn't have to this time. Maybe it was fate doing him a favor, having it turn out this way.]
I wasn't actually worried about your ability to be discrete... but thanks. [He's back to seeming fully self-assured, though there's a softness to that thanks that speaks to all it extends to.] I was looking to change that, and I still am. [The fact that he's doing it this way instead of auctioning it off, which would certainly put him at an advantage in this place, is definitely telling. He's going to have to get comfortable with sex here either way, if he's going to get back home... hence the diving right in.]
[ You should really reassess your priorities, sir.
But at the very least, Sylvain can admire that he apparently doesn't do anything by halves. His thumb brushes against the man's stubbled jaw as he holds his gaze and considers those words. And where to proceed from there. Virgins. The only thing more terrifying than intimacy. ]
Okay. I can work with that. But it changes how I would go about this a little bit. Mostly because you're not going to have any way of knowing what you might like or not until you experience it and walking into a room like this without that knowledge is... sort of like jumping into the ocean without knowing how to swim.
So. We can try to ease into this, or we can just... try some different things and see what appeals to you. What are you going to be more comfortable with here? Because I can adapt to either pretty easily.
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[There is, Claude notices, only one chair alongside the bed in the room, so he'll go ahead and lay claim to the chair, the picture of casual as he perches on the arm of it.] I'd say now's the best time to admit it, actually. Better for both of us to be on the same page, right?
[Claude's eyes follow his over to the Wall of Sin. Now would actually be a good time to admit he's never had an occasion to do anything remotely like this, but... you know how Claude is about admitting things about himself. We're gonna fake it til we make it. Don't think about the hypocrisy of that with what he just said-- it could be interpreted as him admitting he doesn't know what he's doing either, after all. The plausible deniability is there.]
That's an understatement. I think even the two of us combined would have trouble thinking up uses for everything here.
YAY I’M GLAD!!!
[ Claude is shot a cheeky grin and a playful wink as Sylvain watches him move to perch on the arm of the chair. He supposes, thinking about it, that a cat fits him pretty well, too.
But there’s probably a few things they should establish before he goes picking things arbitrarily off the wall for this, which is what has him crossing to that chair and leaning over the other man a bit, one hand propped on the back of it behind him as he studies his expression in amusement. ]
Maybe the question here should be ‘what kind of Master do you want?’
[ Not that he can picture Claude surrendering to this sort of thing easily, but eh, they’re in here to play in good fun, so maybe it will give them something new to experience.
… Or maybe Claude will just keep talking in circles and he’ll have to make this up as he goes. ]
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Claude meets Sylvain's gaze head-on, a coy turn to his lips. It's a very fair and important question and he is absolutely going to lob that ball right back into Sylvain's court.] Hard to say, having never had one before. [He'll at least admit to not having done pet-play before. He certainly doesn't seem to mind Sylvain's looming, a measure of heat in his eyes that even he can't hide when he looks up at the redhead like this.] I've been told I remind someone of you before... what do you think I'd be interested in?
He should have seen that one coming
[ That’s definitely not a comparison he would have thought to make. Ever. He’s not even quite sure what prompted it. Sure, they’d played a few chess matches back in their school days, but it wasn’t like he and Claude had ever traveled in the same circles much. ]
And I don’t know. That is why I was asking you, after all. At the very least so I could avoid crossing any lines that would make you uncomfortable in the process.
[ …But maybe Claude didn’t know what those were either. Sylvain squints at him a moment, trying to remember if he’d ever heard anything or seen anyone coming in and out of Claude’s room, since it had always been so close to his own. He didn’t think so, other than maybe Hilda a time or two, but he wasn’t sure that counted. Or maybe it did, what did he know? ]
Have you ever had an actual lover before, for that matter? [ Because if Claude was still a virgin, Sylvain was definitely taking a number of things right off the table from the get-go. ]
calling his bluff like this, rude behavior gautier
It was Ingrid, actually. [So yes, she was pissed off at him. Sylvain pretty quickly susses out the truth, and yeah, maybe there is something to the comparison because clearly he's smarter than he likes everyone to think.
For as much as Claude has a reputation for being a schemer and a liar, he doesn't straight up lie very often-- it's not that he can't, but generally he prefers to edge around the truth, or let people come to their own conclusions and avoid confirming or denying either way. And, well, he kind of wasn't expecting Sylvain to figure that out so damn quick. As close as they are, it'd be hard for Sylvain not to see his smile faltering for a moment, or the way he doesn't quite meet his gaze suddenly.]
I really wasn't expecting to run into a familiar face here. [He says instead of verbally answering the question, which is definitely an answer in itself.]
He lives to ruin the days of any nearby golden deer, clearly.
[ Still, that falter is impossible to miss. Especially since he’d been watching for a specific reaction to that question and Claude might not have meant to give him so obvious and answer but… well. He really had.
He can’t quite keep his eyebrows from winging upwards in surprise for a moment because really?! No one had ever actually managed to land Claude von Riegan? That seemed so… ludicrous, honestly. ]
So… I’ll take that as a no, then. [ Because by not answering that question, Claude had very much answered that question. ] Well, that… just means I’m going to have to be more inventive than I initially realized.
[ He’s still leaning a hand against the back of the chair beside Claude and when the other man averts his gaze, won’t look at him, he slides his fingers under his chin to tilt his head back towards him. Forcefully bringing Claude’s attention back to focus on him if he has to. ]
Look, no one outside this room has to know what happens in here. So if you’re not comfortable with it going that far, you can say that and I’m not gonna judge. Same goes for if you are looking to change that. I realize getting a familiar face in here with you might make this more… awkward than you anticipated, but believe it or not, I do know how to be discreet.
[ There’s a faint twitch at the corner of his lips, because that’s already been called into question twice today and he’s still a little annoyed about it. ]
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and intimacy of all kinds is terrifying. Getting laid has not been a priority.Just the touch has him looking back at Sylvain, and is that a hint of a blush starting at the tips of his ears? He is not immune to the charms of Sylvain Gautier...
As much as he was hoping to fall back on the tried and true 'fake it til you make it' approach even with this, it does make something in the pit of his stomach unknot to be told that he doesn't have to this time. Maybe it was fate doing him a favor, having it turn out this way.]
I wasn't actually worried about your ability to be discrete... but thanks. [He's back to seeming fully self-assured, though there's a softness to that thanks that speaks to all it extends to.] I was looking to change that, and I still am. [The fact that he's doing it this way instead of auctioning it off, which would certainly put him at an advantage in this place, is definitely telling. He's going to have to get comfortable with sex here either way, if he's going to get back home... hence the diving right in.]
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But at the very least, Sylvain can admire that he apparently doesn't do anything by halves. His thumb brushes against the man's stubbled jaw as he holds his gaze and considers those words. And where to proceed from there.
Virgins. The only thing more terrifying than intimacy.]Okay. I can work with that. But it changes how I would go about this a little bit. Mostly because you're not going to have any way of knowing what you might like or not until you experience it and walking into a room like this without that knowledge is... sort of like jumping into the ocean without knowing how to swim.
So. We can try to ease into this, or we can just... try some different things and see what appeals to you. What are you going to be more comfortable with here? Because I can adapt to either pretty easily.