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[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.]

[ 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. ]

[The hungry gaze the other gives him only spurs him on. He wants the other to keep looking at him like that.]

What can I say? I'm a natural charmer.

[He lets out a low chuckle before leaning in to nip at Sylvain's neck. He grazes his teeth against flesh before biting down and sucking at the spot to leave a mark. Wriothesley starts trailing kisses down the man's chest. He does miss the other's touch on his length when he moves too far down for the other to touch him any longer, but the grip in his hair is certainly alluring and that tug promises there will be more. It makes him shiver.]

My tongue isn't only just good with sweet talk.

[ There’s a faint shiver as those teeth graze his neck, and the sucking mark left in his flesh gets a soft, breathy groan from him as he leans into it, enjoying it. He doesn’t interrupt as the man works his way down his body, but when he does have to relinquish his grip on the man’s cock - dammit - he makes up for it by playfully giving a nudge with the grip he still has in his hair. ]

Oh? Is that so? I suppose you’ll just have to show me, then. Although I did find myself rather jealous of that lollipop earlier…

I'll have to keep a lollipop on me incase we run into each other again. [He teases the other with a wolfish little grin as he sinks down to his knees.

He tugs Sylvain's pants down, letting them pool around the redhead's ankles. He licks his lips as he looks at the bulge still clothed by Sylvain's undergarments.] Keep your eyes on me, darling. [A playful smile before he carefully grabs the waistband of Sylvain's underwear and tugs it down with his teeth. Wriothesley knew how to put a show on and of course he was going to pull all the stops to impress the well-toned man standing above him.

Once he removes the last bit of clothes, he licks a stripe from the redhead's balls and up the length before ending with a kiss at the tip.]

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