[Overly indulgent flirting? Hey, it's distracting. Claude isn't the only one allowed a little vanity, here. But he can preen more if he likes, as Sylvain admires the new width of his chest and the strength he carries, both eyes and hands roaming. He pauses at Claude's upper arms, feeling slight goosebumps there and gives them a rough little rub.]
Aww, are you cold?
[Claude's horrible tolerance for cold will never stop being funny or a source of teasing, sorry. He makes up for it by kissing across a shoulder and up Claude's neck.]
[Claude chuckles, obviously enjoying the compliment, as much in Sylvain's eyes and hands as in his words. He rolls his eyes good-naturedly at the teasing, pressing even closer to the redhead's warmth and tilting his head to the side.]
I am... you gonna warm me up? [He runs his fingers teasingly down Sylvain's chest, through the well-groomed trail of hair that runs down from his stomach. He'd heard someone call it a "treasure trail" once-- definitely seems apt at the moment. The thought makes him grin. Yeah, this is definitely helping to keep his mind off all his damn work.]
[Playfulness is replacing stress in Claude's demeanor and Sylvain grins against skin, taking a little nibble of neck as he runs his warm hands over Claude's sides and back.]
I'll make you work up a sweat, [He mutters back, breathing warm against the shell of Claude's ear. He hums low, enjoying the touch, and rolling his hips a little as Claude draws near the waistband of his pants. He draws fingernails lightly up Claude's spine as he latches down on his neck, sucking a bruise into the skin.]
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[Overly indulgent flirting? Hey, it's distracting. Claude isn't the only one allowed a little vanity, here. But he can preen more if he likes, as Sylvain admires the new width of his chest and the strength he carries, both eyes and hands roaming. He pauses at Claude's upper arms, feeling slight goosebumps there and gives them a rough little rub.]
Aww, are you cold?
[Claude's horrible tolerance for cold will never stop being funny or a source of teasing, sorry. He makes up for it by kissing across a shoulder and up Claude's neck.]
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I am... you gonna warm me up? [He runs his fingers teasingly down Sylvain's chest, through the well-groomed trail of hair that runs down from his stomach. He'd heard someone call it a "treasure trail" once-- definitely seems apt at the moment. The thought makes him grin. Yeah, this is definitely helping to keep his mind off all his damn work.]
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I'll make you work up a sweat, [He mutters back, breathing warm against the shell of Claude's ear. He hums low, enjoying the touch, and rolling his hips a little as Claude draws near the waistband of his pants. He draws fingernails lightly up Claude's spine as he latches down on his neck, sucking a bruise into the skin.]