[ Sylvain can’t help but chuckle at that, watching him with a gaze turning dark with his own desire. ]

And here I thought that would be my line. Especially since I’m pretty sure I was the one lured. But I don’t mind. And I think I’d very much like to feel your tongue on me as well.

[ He lets the hint of a smirk creep into his voice at that - more bemused than cruel, filled with anticipation that isn’t shy in the least. His free hand - the one not currently stroking Wriothesley‘s cock, which he is still reluctant to relinquish - lifts to tangle in the hair at the nape of the man’s neck, giving a light tug as he grips there. ]