I’m afraid I don’t know enough about your style yet to wager a guess. I suppose we have time to change that, however.

[ Sylvain just chuckles at the banter, enjoying the ease of it, but the way Wriothesley tips his head towards him and casts him hat coy little smirk has him mentally saying fuck it and letting fingers slide against the other man’s jaw. Tipping his head back against the wall, he bends his head slightly to capture the other man’s lips in a rough kiss.

It’s clear he knows what he’s doing, and isn’t shy in the least. In fact, there might even be a hint of a challenge in the contact as he tests to see how the other man will react. ]