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[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.]

[ Sylvain’s own smirk deepens a hint at that wolfish grin, easily matching it, even as he watches the other man sink down to his knees, dragging his own pants down as he does so. He doesn’t step out of them, just lets his fingers tangled in Wriothesley‘s hair help steady him. ]

Trust me, you have my full attention right now.

[ He manages to get the words out a moment before Wriothesley leans in to lick a stripe up the underside of his cock and it’s enough to have his fingers tightening their grip for a moment as he moans, deep and throaty, eyes sliding halfway shut at the wet heat. ]

[A shiver runs down his spine, pleased at the response. The grip on his hair and the moan does a lot to make him want to pleasure the other more.

He swirls his tongue over the head of Sylvain’s cock before he takes it into his mouth and suck lightly. He won’t tease the other too much as he starts to bob his head, taking more and more of the man’s length everytime he goes back down on the other.]

Fuck.

[ His curse is a soft hiss as he watches those lips wrap around his cock, suck him into blissful wet heat. He holds back for a few of those initial bobs, but then his hips rock forward a little - careful not to press too deep because he is always deeply aware of his partner's comfort level at the same time as his own - but needing to feel more of it. Nudging against the back of the man's throat when he can finally take him deep enough. The feeling and sight of it drawing a ragged moan from his lips. ]

[Wriothesley’s response is favorable if anything. A moan that vibrates through Sylvain’s length as the boxer’s eyelids flutter.

He rewards the other too by hollowing his cheeks and taking the other down to the base with a groan. He feels drool starting to run down his chin, but he isn’t bothered getting a little messy.]

[ A shiver slips down his spine at that vibration - one the other man can likely feel where he's got his mouth wrapped around him. Another low moan as fingers tighten for a moment in the man's hair and then he starts rocking again, finding a rhythm now when Wriothesley seems okay with it. Watching for hints otherwise but until then he starts fucking the other man's mouth with slow deliberation, holding him at just the right angle to press as deep as he can go without it being too far. Although each rock of his hips takes him deep enough that it teeters on that edge, just shy of it. ]

[His shoulders tense for a moment when Sylvain’s grip tightens. It isn’t out of discomfort and more out of anticipation. As though waiting for more.

He happily keeps the rhythm, enjoying the slide of the hard length in his mouth, rubbing his tongue on the underside and wherever it could reach. He shudders everytime the tip of Sylvain’s cock hits the back of his throat, and he can’t ignore his own throbbing erection as he starts to stroke himself in rhythm.]

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