[Ah, so Sylvain's going to play innocent, is he? Normally, Felix would cut through all the bullshit and get straight to the point. But Sylvain's face is pressed into his hair and his embrace is warm and this is comfortable, and if Felix points out how absolutely fucking abnormal this is, it will stop.
And Goddess help him, he doesn't want it to stop.
But he can't say that.]
Yes, you are. ...but fine. Ten minutes. No more.
[He's got to preserve at least a little plausible deniability, here.]
no subject
And Goddess help him, he doesn't want it to stop.
But he can't say that.]
Yes, you are. ...but fine. Ten minutes. No more.
[He's got to preserve at least a little plausible deniability, here.]