[ Just like that, a heart that had felt like a stone in its heaviness lifts as if grown wings. That look on Claude's face could do Sylvain in, in an instant. It's so genuine and Sylvain realizes in that moment that he's never seen his husband smile like that before.
He makes a soft sound into that second kiss, almost a hum and almost a whimper. The last remaining feeling of loneliness being banishes from his chest via his mouth. ]
Is that s-mmm [ He tries to respond but instead is kissed and he's okay with that. He lets them keep coming, smiling against Claude's lips and chuckling. The final kiss draws a sigh out of him, adoration and joy filling him up. He's breathless when Claude finally releases him from the gauntlet of smooches, and his eyes sparkle with a new light. ]
I promise I will be less reckless about it, if a second time comes. I never want to see you that upset, ever again.
[ His turn to pull Claude in for a kiss. ]
I want you to kiss me like that every day from now on.
[Interrupting Sylvain with a kiss makes him chuckle too, the lightness in his chest now a bit disorienting after the heaviness he'd felt earlier, watching over his husband's prone form. How did he ever get so lucky?]
I suppose that's all I can ask. [He tucks some of Sylvain's hair behind his ear, hand stroking along the man's jaw as he's pulled into yet another kiss.]
Good, because I was going to anyway. [He moves to settle at Sylvain's side, trying to alleviate the strain on his wound but unwilling to move away any further.] You need anything? I'll-- get someone else to bring it. [He grins-- yeah, he's definitely not going to be leaving Sylvain's side for a while.]
[If only the mood here could last forever, with Claude's light laughter and all the sweetness on his face. Sylvain may explode from the feelings of love that fill his chest, but that would be the best possible death he's ever considered for himself.
He sighs into that touch, that final kiss, a delighted rather than an embarrassed flush crossing his cheeks.
Claude settles in and Sylvain tangles fingers in his hair, idly toying with it.]
What do you want to eat more than anything in the world right now?
[He's very much in the mood for spoiling his husband, and lucky enough to have the resources to go through with pretty much any request. He rests his head on Sylvain's shoulder, enjoying the feeling of those lance-calloused fingers combing through his curls.]
If it's something that will take a significant amount of time, though, you might want to consider a faster back-up choice to tide you over. [He captures Sylvain's free hand in his own, threading their fingers together and pulling it up to his lips to kiss the back of Sylvain's knuckles.]
[Sylvain, stranger still, is in the mood to be spoiled. He turns his head to kiss Claude's forehead in some measure of retaliation for that hand kiss. Which has his cheeks feeling warm, as embarrassing as that is.]
Truthfully... [Goddess he is such a child.] Sweet buns.
[Sure enough, the forehead kiss makes him blush. Another thing he's not experienced since he was too young to remember.]
I can make that happen. [No judging here! He just squeezes Sylvain's hand, then eyes the door. The mature thing to do would be to suck it up, dislodge himself from his husband, and tell the guard at the door to get a servant on making those sweet buns. But Claude doesn't particularly want to be mature right now. Yelling will do just fine.]
Guards!
[Being good enough guards that Claude trusts them to defend his bed chambers, where his injured husband lays, they immediately burst into the room, expecting a threat. Claude grins, utterly unrepentant.]
We need sweet buns. It's very important. Please pass that along to the head of staff. [She'll be sure it's all done correctly-- no one Claude doesn't personally trust makes it past the lowest rungs in his family's employ, not since he started taking on duties as crown prince.] And sorry to startle you. [But not that sorry.]
[Sylvain watches with a slowly raising eyebrow as Claude turns to the door. He can practically see the cogs turning behind those brown curls.
Claude shouts for the guards, the poor put-upon guards who probably think it's another attempt on his life, and Sylvain lifts his free hand to cover his mouth. Which has broken into a shit-eating grin. He stifles his giggles, somehow, until the order is given and the guards scurry off, at which point he dissolves into childish peals of laughter.]
Claude you're terrible! [Chastizing holds no power, however, because Sylvain is nudging with his forehead and squeezing their joined hands.] I think you just shaved five years off of each of their lives.
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He makes a soft sound into that second kiss, almost a hum and almost a whimper. The last remaining feeling of loneliness being banishes from his chest via his mouth. ]
Is that s-mmm [ He tries to respond but instead is kissed and he's okay with that. He lets them keep coming, smiling against Claude's lips and chuckling. The final kiss draws a sigh out of him, adoration and joy filling him up. He's breathless when Claude finally releases him from the gauntlet of smooches, and his eyes sparkle with a new light. ]
I promise I will be less reckless about it, if a second time comes. I never want to see you that upset, ever again.
[ His turn to pull Claude in for a kiss. ]
I want you to kiss me like that every day from now on.
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I suppose that's all I can ask. [He tucks some of Sylvain's hair behind his ear, hand stroking along the man's jaw as he's pulled into yet another kiss.]
Good, because I was going to anyway. [He moves to settle at Sylvain's side, trying to alleviate the strain on his wound but unwilling to move away any further.] You need anything? I'll-- get someone else to bring it. [He grins-- yeah, he's definitely not going to be leaving Sylvain's side for a while.]
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He sighs into that touch, that final kiss, a delighted rather than an embarrassed flush crossing his cheeks.
Claude settles in and Sylvain tangles fingers in his hair, idly toying with it.]
Just you. Mmmn- no, I told a lie. I'm hungry...
[Recovering from a wound is hard work!]
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[He's very much in the mood for spoiling his husband, and lucky enough to have the resources to go through with pretty much any request. He rests his head on Sylvain's shoulder, enjoying the feeling of those lance-calloused fingers combing through his curls.]
If it's something that will take a significant amount of time, though, you might want to consider a faster back-up choice to tide you over. [He captures Sylvain's free hand in his own, threading their fingers together and pulling it up to his lips to kiss the back of Sylvain's knuckles.]
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Truthfully... [Goddess he is such a child.] Sweet buns.
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I can make that happen. [No judging here! He just squeezes Sylvain's hand, then eyes the door. The mature thing to do would be to suck it up, dislodge himself from his husband, and tell the guard at the door to get a servant on making those sweet buns. But Claude doesn't particularly want to be mature right now. Yelling will do just fine.]
Guards!
[Being good enough guards that Claude trusts them to defend his bed chambers, where his injured husband lays, they immediately burst into the room, expecting a threat. Claude grins, utterly unrepentant.]
We need sweet buns. It's very important. Please pass that along to the head of staff. [She'll be sure it's all done correctly-- no one Claude doesn't personally trust makes it past the lowest rungs in his family's employ, not since he started taking on duties as crown prince.] And sorry to startle you. [But not that sorry.]
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Claude shouts for the guards, the poor put-upon guards who probably think it's another attempt on his life, and Sylvain lifts his free hand to cover his mouth. Which has broken into a shit-eating grin. He stifles his giggles, somehow, until the order is given and the guards scurry off, at which point he dissolves into childish peals of laughter.]
Claude you're terrible! [Chastizing holds no power, however, because Sylvain is nudging with his forehead and squeezing their joined hands.] I think you just shaved five years off of each of their lives.