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[Continued from here.]

You seem chivalrous enough. Or perhaps I'm just weak to a pretty face.

[Wriothesley, of course, plays along and also looks over his shoulder and into the room. There's nothing much in there, honestly. Some clothes he picked out are hung on hooks and there's a few piles of clothes that were in there before he entered. Most of it seems to be lingerie or something equally risqué.]

In their defense, I think they would assume people would be using the hole and wouldn't need the table. [He chuckles because instead of using it for what it was for, he just grabbed a lollipop and kissed Sylvain's hand instead.

He pushes the lollipop in his cheek into the other one as he cocks his head to the side.] I'm a big fan of doors and walls, actually.

Aww, he thinks I’m pretty.

[ He bats his lashes in a playful manner, amusement warm in amber eyes. But the teasing comment - complete with that lolipop still - gets a chuckle from him and moment later he’s taking a step into Wriothesley‘s personal space. So he can either let himself be crowded into the dressing room, or step back to make room. Sylvain’s ready to adapt either way. ]

Is that so?

[He can't help but laugh as the other bats their eyelashes at him. How charming. Cute.

When Sylvain crowds his space, he doesn't move back, seemingly taking that forwardness head on. After all, he isn't one to back down.] Quite. Any surface works in the throes of it, don't you think? [A good implication that he's basically willing anywhere if given the chance. A little shameless? Absolutely.]

[ He tries.

And as Sylvain is pretty shameless himself, he can fully appreciate that. Which the glint of impish pleasure in his gaze should probably indicate, right before he takes another step and backs Wriothesley towards the wall that had separated them only moments before. And kicking the door shut behind him, just in case. They can use that next, if there's a need. ]

That seems to be pretty true, in my experience. At least they provided us some of those, if not a convenient table. Nice lingerie, by the way. [ Yeah, he'd spotted that over there on his way in. Whether or not the man picked those out or someone else had, doesn't mean he might not tease him for it a bit. ]

[He feels the cool, smooth material of the wall against his back as the other continues to step into space. He merely cocks his head with a coy little smile on his lips.] Well, I think we would have been able to make do with whatever we had at hand.

[He can't help but glance at some of the piles of clothes that had been left in the changing stall.] You think? I don't think they were my color. [He knows how to quip back, of course.]

It doesn't seem like my type of style either. Of course, I can be convinced otherwise.

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. ]

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.]

[ He murmurs a pleased sound into the kiss when he feels those fingers tangle in his hair and tug. One hand slides around the man’s waist, fingers splaying at the small of his back, even as he presses him a bit more snugly against the wall.

There’s not much closer they can get right now, but he appreciates the effort to try all the same. He manages to slide a knee in between Wriothesley‘s, however, grinding it up against him, so maybe that will count as ‘closer’.

He’d meant to make a retort back about the lingerie, but he’s effectively forgotten whatever it was. Oh, well. Probably not a big loss, all things considered. He’d much rather be focusing on this anyway. ]

[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.]

[ His lips part and his head angles slightly to deepen the kiss. His other hand, the one not currently splayed against the small of the man’s back, comes up to mirror Wriothesley‘s own hold, but in the dark locks as he tips the man’s head back slightly, holding him right where he wants him.

The feeling of him grinding against Sylvain’s thigh makes him smile as he presses in against him, his own arousal caught against Wriothesley‘s hip. And the torso the man’s fingers find hidden beneath his shirt is toned and muscled, the result of a soldier’s physique - someone used to wielding heavy weapons, wearing plate armor, and doing most of his battle on horseback. He’ll no doubt skim across several scars, as well, since Sylvain’s flesh is littered with them. The result of having spent the better part of half a decade at war now, and before that…

Well. Let’s just say he had a lot of scars and leave it at that. ]

[The hand in his hair earns Sylvain a pleased sigh into their kiss. It doesn't hurt, but the firmness in that grip is certainly pleasant. His tongue finds Sylvain's in a little fight for dominance. Despite being pressed between a wall and the other, he is far from taking things lying down, and there's a bit of fire in him that feels like he needs to challenge the other back. Wriothesley smells and tastes like the lollipop Sylvain had given him.

His hand continues to explore, an appreciative hum as he feels toned muscles and scars. Plenty of stories on this man.

His hand slips away only for him to grind his palm against Sylvain's clothed length.] So you can put out, monsieur. The lollipop was good, but a little disappointing in comparison.

[ He hisses out a soft groan when that hand rubs against his cock, hips pressing deeper into the rough friction. But the comment makes him snicker as he nips at Wriothesley‘s lower lip. He doesn’t mind the challenge the man offers back, enjoys the kiss even more for that, in fact. Sylvain’s typically very adept at adapting to whatever his partner needs or wants, and adjusting his own tactics accordingly. And as he’s still feeling out what that might be here… ]

Mmm. I’ll remember that for next time and offer you my cock through the wall first, I guess. [ That’s said with laughter in his tone before he kisses the man again, thigh still pressed firmly between his legs. ] Or, I suppose, we could skip the wall in the way entirely from here on out. Unless we’re using it as a prop, of course.

[Wriothesley laughs into the kiss that quickly turns into a moan. His arousal is obvious, the growing tent in his pants rubbing against Sylvain's leg.] Mm, there's no point in anonymity. [He grins into their kiss.]

Why would I want a wall in the way of such a handsome face? I would be a fool to take a boring wall over looking at you. [There's a thrill with using a gloryhole, but he feels like it's a loss now that he knew who was on the other side of the wall.]

[ It’s so nice, to actually be wanted and appreciated for himself in scenarios like this. Where he doesn't have to guess at the motives prompting it. Just sheer enjoyment of one another for the sake of pleasure.

If that has him leaning in to return that kiss with even more enthusiasm, well… He doubts the other man will mind. ]

Anonymity can be fun sometimes. But this? Yeah, I definitely prefer this, too. Although we could probably do with a few less clothes right about now.

[Wriothesley doesn't mind at all, and is more thrilled than anything. He laps at the other's mouth and nips at their lips. Playful, but underlying a want for more than just gentle kisses.]

I find myself stuck between a wall and a hard place. I wouldn't be able to get rid of anything even if I tried. [A wolfish grin.] Perhaps you can help a guy out?

[ He gives a not-so-subtle snort at that play on words before straightening up, amusement still dancing in warm amber eyes. ]

Gonna make me do all the work, huh?

[ Not that he sounds like he minds, even if he does shift back enough to give them both a little room to maneuver. His hands come out to skillfully loosen the buttons on Wriothesley's shirt, gaze dropping to watch the motion. And maybe appreciate as he exposes more skin by pushing the fabric aside. ]

I would never think to make you do all the work. [This is an honest statement. The pleasure his partner experiences is very important to him.]

I find that I enjoy undressing my partner's though. Is it not the same for you? [It's akin to unwrapping a present. Exciting and giddiness when one gets to reveal their partner bare.

Wriothesley is not shy about his body. Countless years of fighting has given him a wonderful physique after all. Good lean muscle to admire. His body had countless scars from throughout the years, the most prominent being the three large ones that travel from his throat to his chest.]

[ Sylvain gives a noncommittal hum, because the answer to that question is... highly situational. ]

It is at the moment. Does that count?

[ His eyes are still drinking in the sight as he slides fabric back off Wriothesley's shoulders, letting it drop behind him. The lithe muscle that tells a story all its own - one Sylvain recognizes with ease. His fingers momentarily drift over those prominent scars as his gaze flits up to the man's face. Not questioning, because such marks rarely come without darker tales attached to them. But he can acknowledge them all the same.

He has his own fair share, after all. Ones that will be visible when he sheds out of his own shirt. A long line down the left side of his ribs. The jagged entrance where he'd taken a spear to the side to protect Felix. A rake of large claws down the back of one shoulder, thanks to a pissed off wyvern trying to unseat him from his mount. Plenty that tell a story all their own, several of them pointing to a life he's lucky to still be living. ]

You know how to charm a guy, don't you?

[He definitely is enjoying the way the other looks over him. There's also something nice to compare scars. Not ask about them, but there's a mutual understanding. He wonders if he'll be able to ask about them. Not now though. It would certainly kill the mood right now.

Instead, he wastes no time letting fingers run over them appreciatively. Let's his fingers explore the man's exposed chest and commit the details to memory.] Aren't you a treat, monsieur...

Better than the lollipop still?

[ That humor lingers as his fingers trail down the man’s torso to brush against the waistband of his pants. Pausing near the fastenings that hold them closed. His gaze flits to Wriothesley's face, a silent question for permission in the glance.

The touch to his own flesh gets a faint shiver at the sensation, a ripple of muscle under the light brush of fingertips. ]

And I can be very charming, thanks. Although it’s way more fun when it’s with someone worth putting in the effort for. Or who appreciates the effort in the first place.

Comparing you to a lollipop is an insult to you.

[Sylvain, you're a full course meal. How could he even try to compare them to something as little as a lollipop?

He feels the brush of fingers near the waistband of his pants and he can't help but lick his lips. The way his gaze darkens just a bit. It didn't even have to be asked, but what a gentleman for asking anyways. He rolls his hips down on Sylvain's leg, wanting nothing more than to get rid of the clothes between them.]

Mm, that is true. I would hope that my partners are just as excited as I am when involved. [His hands settle on Sylvain's hips, not exactly aiming to take off the other's pants yet. Almost like he's considering how he wants to.]

[ That’s okay, that gives him the opportunity to make the move first. The fastenings are flicked open and a moment later, calloused fingertips are tracing over the outline of his erection. ]

We’ll consider the lollipop the appetizer for the evening then. [ Humor still thick in his voice, he lets his gaze drop as he slides the last of the fabric out of the way and lets his fingers curl around the hard length of the other man’s cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. ]

Oh, I don’t think excitement is going to be a problem for either one of us.

[Wriothesley arches his back with a shameless moan. The touch is like an electro-charged shock coursing through his spine. It feels good.

It isn't even close to enough.]

If that is the appetizer then- [He grabs the other through the fabric of their pants, grinding his palm against it.] are you saying I can eat until my heart's content?

[A lick of his lips as he looks at the other before his eyes wander down.]

[ Sylvain gives a thoughtful hum as he pretends to consider that possibility. He ruts his own hips forward, grinding into that hand, even as he gives Wriothesley another slow stroke. His thumb slides up over the tip, teasing sensitivity, even as he twists his wrist slightly as he strokes him. ]

Hmm. I’m feeling indulgent at the moment. So yeah, I suppose you can have just about anything you want. Within reason.

[Wriothesley can’t help but rock his hips to soak in the pleasure being given to him. His fingers quickly move to unbutton the top button of Sylvain’s pants. He wants more than just petting. He wants to see the other equally naked.]

Is wanting to taste you on my tongue within reason? Monsieur, you are quite an alluring man.

[He pulls down the zipper before tugging at the pants.]

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