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[ Sylvain actually thinks the clutter, as semi-contained as it is, is charming. It brings character and a sense of comfort into the room. Someone actually lives here, and uses this space as his own. It's almost a cute quirk for a ruler to have, to be a bit messy.

See how he feels about it in a few months, when the books start taking over the bed. But for now, he smiles at them.

And then smiles at a clean and cozy looking royal husband. ]

I hear a very handsome and very well-read prince sleeps here. I was hoping he'd take a liking to me.

[ Flirting with your own husband? More likely than you'd think. ]

[Claude chuckles at the obvious flirt, though he's clearly pleased with it.

Flirting's easy. He knows how to flirt. He saunters over to the bed, grinning.]

That's funny, I heard a very handsome knight would be somewhere around here.

[He stops just a bare few inches from Sylvain, lifts a hand to cup his jaw, and presses forward into a kiss. It's an easy way to start, though this is very different from the chaste affair at the wedding ceremony.]

[ Sylvain likes the sound of that chuckle. He likes very much that Claude seems to actually like his flirting. There was a worry of course that he'd have no patience for Sylvain's nonsense, or that he'd lose taste for it after seeing Sylvain flex that flirt muscle at the festivities that morning.

What a relief, instead, to be kissed as a reward. There's a flash of a smirk just before their lips meet and he leans into it with a light hum. This will be fun.

Sylvain's hands come to rest at Claude's hips, pulling him in the rest of the way in so their bodies touch. They're just the same height, with Sylvain half-seated against the bed like this. He opens his legs a little so that Claude can slot all the way in against him, slides his hands up a little, and under clothes so they can touch bare skin. ]

[Claude gasps into the kiss as he's pulled in closer by the hips, barely holding back a shudder at the feeling of warm hands on the bare skin of his back and sides. Places he's only ever been touched perfunctorily, for the sake of healing spells or bandaging wounds, the few times when he was unable to take care of it himself.

He pulls back just enough to speak, eyes dancing with mischief and teasing.] I'd better get going, before that prince you're waiting for comes to bed~

[He's not actually going anywhere, though he may try to draw away just to try and get Sylvain to pull him back in.]

[ What a lovely discovery. Claude is reactive. Sylvain feels like he radiates smugness, chuckling lightly back against that gasp.

A soft little sound of disappointment accompanies Claude pulling away. That tease... he's goading Sylvain, it's obvious, but that's a game he can play. At least it's a way for the prince to make it clear what he wants, and Sylvain is always all about that. He smirks back, a little tensing in his fingers the only warning Claude will get.

The only warning before Sylvain is grabbing him by the waist, spinning a bit and fairly throwing Claude down onto his back on the bed. He's laughing breathlessly as he crawls up over his now-prone husband. ]

I think I'm gonna have my way with you first, actually.

[Claude... honestly hadn't been expecting that, and it sends a thrill through him. The air rushes out of his lungs with a startled "oof" as his back hits the bed, his cock twitching and making it known, at least to him, how very much he enjoyed that.

Claude grins on an equally breathless chuckle, sliding a hand up over his stomach and dragging the fabric of his sleep shirt teasingly upward, green eyes heavy-lidded.]

Is that so?

[He's playing it off well, he thinks, but his face is burning red, and his dearth of experience with intimacy is running dry.]

And what is it you plan to do?

[ Sylvain is right pleased with himself. That flush on Claude's face and the flirty way he plays it off are all proof enough that he enjoyed that little display. He drinks in the sight, Claude showing a teasing bit more of himself, looking up with those lustful eyes. It fills him with a warmth.

He leans down, nuzzling the flushed face and brushing his lips against an ear, while a hand moves to cover Claude's, then sliding further up to tuck under what remains hidden by that shirt to touch. ]

Whatever's going to keep that lovely blush on your face.

[ His voice is low and soft, breath hot against skin. He kisses his way back up to Claude's mouth for a quick but thorough kiss. ]

So tell me what you like.

[He'd been prepared to play the part of the overly indulgent husband, masking his inexperience as a willingness to go with what would be most comfortable for his new spouse, but that plan lasts right up til the moment Sylvain tosses him onto the bed with relative ease. There are definitely benefits to a much more-- experienced partner.

Claude huffs out a breathless laugh, arching up into the warm hand sliding up his chest. He hums pleasantly into the kiss, his other hand sneaking up the back of Sylvain's top, fingers exploring the warm skin and firm muscles of his back.]

I bet you say that to all the boys. [It's accompanied with a wink, meant to be a joke... though he has a feeling it's not exactly untrue. More than anything, it's a deflection-- Claude has a very active imagination but theory never quite matches up to practice. He has ideas of what he might like, but he doesn't know because he's never tried. And Claude hates admitting to a lack of knowledge.]

[ The only one playing roles of doting partner in bed with Sylvain is Sylvain, mister. It's a tried-and-true script and he hasn't failed him yet. And unfortunately, he doesn't trust his new husband enough yet to pull back the veil entirely on his persona.

At least he likes him enough to want to make him moan.

He sighs into that touch, encouraging Claude to keep going, keep his hands moving and touching. He chuckles, sitting up a bit to look down at Claude. ]

I used to. I'm tied to you know, though, right?

[ Goodbye, sleep shirt, see you later. Sylvain bends back down, kissing along Claude's neck. ]

I'm yours, from now on.

[Claude is all too happy to keep touching, exploring him with his hands. He finds he loves the feel of it, all that warm, firm skin, the shift of muscle as Sylvain moves.

He laughs warmly, tilting his head back a bit to expose more of his neck. It's a nice sentiment, but he's not sure he believes it. That'll be a talk for later, though.

He moves to trace his fingers over Sylvain's abs instead when he flings off his shirt. It soothes the part of his brain always looking for the next knife in his back, too, to see him mostly bared. There was a certain amount of trust he had to give his spouse, particularly when they were in bed together, but the instinct was still there. He was too used to being wary of the touch of others.]

Lucky me~

[ In return, Sylvain loves the feel of his hands. It wasn't often he got other men into bed, not from lack of preference necessarily, but he's used to the soft touch of women. As lovely as that is, the thicker, calloused fingertips of an archer are a change of pace. ]

I like hearing you laugh.

[ He smiles against skin. Sure, he's buttering his new husband up, but isn't that allowed? If he wants anyone to fall for him, it's the person he's tethered to for the rest of his life, and the lines seem to be working. At least a little bit. It isn't a lie, either. Testing, curious, he takes a little nip of the tanned skin at Claude's neck.

Then slowly sits up again, scooting back so Claude can sit up with him, pulling him up with a smirk so he can shuck Claude's shirt up over his head. ]

Like what you see? That's what trophy husbands are for, right?

[ Yeah he feels you feeling his muscles. ]

[He's laying the flattery on thick, isn't he? Claude doesn't mind, though. The hint of teeth makes him bite back a gasp, his pulse speeding. He goes with the movement when Sylvain leans back and pulls him up, arching his back enticingly as his shirt is pulled up over his head.

He grins, not at all minding getting caught admiring that musculature.]

Didn't you say you were going to have your way with me? That sounds more like the words of the victor, not the prize. [Claude winks, hooking one powerful wyvern-riding thigh around Sylvan's side, one hand pushing at his shoulder, and rolling them over so he's on top of the other man, straddling his waist and grinning mischievously.]

[ Laying it on thick is his M.O. Surely you learned all about that when you did your research on him, right?

He purrs a little in pride as he evokes that gasp, letting himself take a nice eyeful of Claude in return. Look at you, posing all winsomely. Nothing wrong with being a bit of a show-off, though, and the almyran prince has absolutely earned it.

It's distracting enough that Sylvain doesn't catch on to his game, and ends up easily falling onto his back. His mouth opens in a wide grin. ]

Mmn, you don't know, maybe I was just trying to goad you.

[ He's full of shit, trying to backpedal to cover for himself, but at least he's not a bad improviser. That look of mischief is so attractive, though, and it has Sylvain's heart giving a little racing patter.

You wanna fight for the top, your highness? Fine. Sylvain can play. He's perfectly situated to roll his hips up, grinding against Claude's groin, and showing off the working of his abs. ]

[Let's not get into the research he's done...

Claude chuckles, pressing the palms of his hands over Sylvain's chest, stroking a thumb over one of his nipples.] Oh, were you? That's a shame...

[Yeah, he's calling that bluff... Don't backpedal, hubby, he wants you to have your way with him. You just have to earn it first.

He swallows back a groan as Sylvain grinds against him, leaning down to kiss the redhead hungrily. This, at least, he's confident in his ability to perform well.]

[Sylvain hums appreciatively at the touch, arching his back ever so slightly to press his chest up into those hands.]

Is it now?

[One lascivious smile deserves another, and Sylvain looks rather like a cat that ate the canary as Claude more or less openly admits that he wants to lose this little power play match. His eyes, darkened by iris, sparkle as Claude leans down for another kiss. There's really nothing more seductive than a good kiss, and something about them is so well-matched. Their lips mesh in a way that Sylvain finds very satisfying.

He doesn't let himself stay pinned down for long, though, waiting until they're deep in the kiss before he's taking that lifted thigh in hand, pressing another against Claude's back, and using the leverage of still being near the edge of the bed to swing them both upright, and off, until he's standing, holding Claude up with a leg around his waist. He faces a choice here, and he chooses to take a risk. Both the risk of goof and the risk of being a turn-off, but what the hell. He has a Theory he wants to test.

So, husband up in his arms, he follows inertia forward until Claude's back is against the wall, helping support him, and Sylvain buries his face against neck.]

[Claude was expecting Sylvain to flip their positions, of course, and probably during the kiss. He was not expecting to be hoisted into the air, having to hurriedly wrap his legs around Sylvain's waist and his arms around his neck to keep himself upright.

He gives a helpless groan as he's shoved up against the wall, Sylvain's mouth at his throat. He tilts his head back, one hand burying in red hair while the other grips his shoulder, trying to keep himself steady. His cock is hard against Sylvain's stomach, a wet spot in his sleep pants already starting to form.

Definitely not a turn-off. He clenches his thighs around Sylvain's waist, breathless.] Gods--

Feel good?

[He teases and checks in at the same time. Sylvain likes being a fun surprise in bed and this is absolutely no exception. If anything, Sylvain wants even more to be a pleasant surprise. So here he is with the future king of almyra clinging to him and trapped against a wall, and desperately horny for it. Nailed it.

He takes a moment to support both thighs, test if Claude could hold himself up with those wyvern riding legs. The answer seems to be yes. Sylvain hums against the warm skin of his husband’s neck, sucking a nice little bruise in. His hands slide inward and up, over sides and ribs, and back down to those thighs.]

Y-Yeah. [Claude nods, face flushed. He'd never given a thought to being pinned to a wall like this, but now he can firmly say it's something he enjoys, future king of Almyra or no. He'd rather keep titles out of the bedroom, anyway. And if that means he'll have to start wearing high-collared shirts... there are worse sacrifices to make. Especially when it feels so good.

He hooks his ankles behind Sylvain's back to help keep himself upright as his husband's hands forgo supporting him to roam over his body, panting more from arousal than from the effort of keeping himself up, though the position does make his thighs and abs visibly tense.]

[Sylvain is quite determined to leave at least one mark on his new husband's neck tonight. How's that for proof of consummation? He imagines getting glimpses of it throughout the day as Claude goes about his important political and domestic business, and it warms him from the core.]

I'm glad.

[He groans a little himself, as he's squeezed in Claude's attempts to stay upright.]

Goddess, you're strong, [He wheezes out a chuckle, chewing just a little more at the patch of skin he's been victimizing before he turns his eyes back up to see Claude's face. A hand creeps inward, down between them so he can rub his thumb over Claude's cock. It's a bit awkward, with it squished between them, but he does his best.

Someday, he's going to do this after they get fully naked, and have Claude like that, but tonight is not the night for that.]

Heh, you didn't think you were getting some soft-handed, spoiled prince, did you? [Claude's smart remark ends with a gasp as Sylvain's hand teases his cock through his pants. He tugs at Sylvain's hair in retaliation, kissing him and making full use of his temporary height advantage.

As nice as this position is, though, his sleep pants are beginning to be too restrictive. He aches to feel someone else's hand around his cock for the first time, and to touch Sylvain too.]

[Sylvain chuckles, amused both at the sass and at the gasp.]

I'll find a way to at least make you spoiled,

[He winks and grins, before he gives into the kiss with a warm moan. He may be planning to take control in this bedroom, but he still loves having his hair pulled. He gets a quick fill of kissing and decides it's time to move. He grabs onto Claude's thighs again, scooping him away from the wall and back toward the bed. Much as he loves pinning cute boys, he's impatient to touch.

They fall onto the bed together in a bit of a heap, and Sylvain laughs as he squirms around and makes to tug Claude's pants off.]

[Claude groans and nips at Sylvain's bottom lip when he adjusts his grip on him, carrying him back to the bed. He laughs too as they tumble back into the sheets, Claude on his back and Sylvain hovering above him. His legs fall from around the redhead's waist, allowing his pants to be removed.

Claude smiles through the sudden surge of nerves that crash over him in a wave now that he's almost entirely naked. No one's seen this much of him since he was too young to bathe on his own. He tries to distract himself from his own nerves by getting Sylvain's pants off too, though the angle is a bit awkward like this.]

[Hmmm, nibbles. Sylvain does his best to encourage this kind of behavior and make sure it continues into the future. If he had to be shipped off to some foreign country for an arranged marriage he didn't want to someone he doesn't know... thank Sothis at least he's a good kisser.

He shucks those pants off with relish, continuing to laugh as Claude fumbles with his own. Not the best angle to be undressing someone from, but the eagerness is charming.]

Impatient.

[He teases, wriggling his hips in a teasing way. He will help Claude though, flopping off to the side so he can kick his own pants off. And at last, they are both naked. Instead of getting right back on top of Claude, Sylvain rolls onto his side and props his head up with bent elbow to admire the view, his other hand tracing idly over Claude's chest.]

Well aren't you easy on the eyes.

Says the man who just slammed me up against a wall. [Claude banters back, eagerly taking in the sight of Sylvain ridding them both of their last bits of clothing. The frantic energy of getting undressed cools as Sylvain settles on his side next to him, fingers teasing at his chest, which, coincidentally, is about where Claude's blush has spread down to.

He grins at the compliment, giving Sylvain an absolutely filthy once-over that definitely lingers on the other man's cock.] Same to you. [If he's going to admit to being a virgin... this is probably the time, isn't it? Would it even really be a lie of omission not to tell him? It felt embarrassing somehow, even though Claude knew he's had every reason not to fall into bed with anyone before now. With the obvious task of removing clothing done, the anxiety of not knowing exactly what he's doing returns. It'd probably be less embarrassing to just admit it than to have Sylvain call him out on it, right? Claude's been doing pretty good so far, though, maybe he won't suss him out after all, so long as Sylvain keeps taking the lead.]

[Sylvain just chuckles again as he's called out, giving a little one shoulder shrug. Guilty as charged, on that one.] You like it. [Is his best defense.]

Mmmn, thanks. [It's always nice to hear that he's appreciated. Visually, at least, if nothing else. Sylvain quite enjoys that little once-over, the feeling of being a bit objectified. It's cute when someone he thinks is attractive does it. His fingertips in their travels find their way to a nipple to give a little rub, perhaps a bit rougher than strictly polite. He has a feeling that will go over well.]

I wanna know what you're hoping to get tonight. We don't have to be in a hurry to try everything, unless you want to. [devilish smirk as he swings himself up onto all fours and bends down to kiss across Claude's collarbone.]

I can give or take, or use my mouth, or just grind on each other like desperate teenagers. [A chuckle. He isn't assuming Claude doesn't have experience- he has no reason to think that- but he isn't going to assume he knows what the comfort level is, either. He wants to get off on the right foot, here.]

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