Here I was hoping you might just be good at picking clothes out. No? Too bad.
[The roughness of Sylvain's mouth against his own makes something flare in his chest. Wriothesley is never one to backdown from a challenge. It's the fighter in him that can't help but rise to a challenge.
A hand moves to the back of Sylvain's head and buries fingers into locks as he kisses back with just as much fervor. A chuckle swallowed by their kiss as he nips at the man's lips; tongue lapping at it. His free hand tugs the other closer, as though they weren't close enough still.]
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[The roughness of Sylvain's mouth against his own makes something flare in his chest. Wriothesley is never one to backdown from a challenge. It's the fighter in him that can't help but rise to a challenge.
A hand moves to the back of Sylvain's head and buries fingers into locks as he kisses back with just as much fervor. A chuckle swallowed by their kiss as he nips at the man's lips; tongue lapping at it. His free hand tugs the other closer, as though they weren't close enough still.]