[Wriothesley groans into the kiss without any care to stay quiet. He doesn't see a reason to be quiet despite being in a public space. Not when he's rolling his hips down on that leg between his own and having the very breath he was breathing stolen away.
One hand stays tangled in red locks while his other hand seems to explore the other, fingers slipping under Sylvain's shirt to get a taste of the body hidden underneath. The conversation about lingerie is quickly forgotten in favor of focusing his thoughts on exploring Sylvain's mouth with his tongue.]
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One hand stays tangled in red locks while his other hand seems to explore the other, fingers slipping under Sylvain's shirt to get a taste of the body hidden underneath. The conversation about lingerie is quickly forgotten in favor of focusing his thoughts on exploring Sylvain's mouth with his tongue.]