[Khalid laughs brightly, warmed to his core at how easily Sylvain kisses him in front of his friends. After a lifetime with any of his peers that didn't outright hate him being ashamed to be seen with him in any friendly capacity-- he'll never take it for granted.
He pulls away from the kiss, just enough to speak and for their eyes to meet. One hand settles lightly on Sylvain's cheek.]
I'm taking that as a challenge, and now I have a whole year to prepare for the next one. [He winks playfully, giving Sylvain another short, sweet kiss before pulling back properly. His voice lowers for some truly sappy words, thumb rubbing fondly over his jawline.] Anything to get to see this smile on your face again and again.
[Khalid's stupidly pretty eyes are full of both affection and mischief and Sylvain feels his toes curl in his slip on shoes. He flushes a bright pink, made all the more dramatic by the toasting he did in the sun earlier in the day.
He leans in, touching their foreheads together to keep the room from spinning in how dizzy that sappiness makes him. Not that he ever doubted their relationship had become something of genuine love, not since his near-death by poisoning, but he hasn't felt the power behind Khalid's feelings for him in so long.]
I love you so much, you absolute madman. You magnificent scheming bastard. Marry me again.
[He doesn't think Dimitri can hear what they're saying, but the intensity of the moment is probably clear enough without. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Dimitri looking at the happy couple with stars in his good eye.]
[Sylvain gets his revenge, the intensity in his gaze and words making Khalid's face grow hot too. He laughs again, more breathless. He would, given the chance... he would marry Sylvain again.]
I love you too. [It still makes his heart flutter, hearing that and saying it, and even more so with Sylvain's dearest friends so close by.
The gathering lasts late into the night, but eventually people begin to trickle back to their guest rooms. They do still have a week to spend in relaxation and reunion before the diplomatic work begins, after all.
In the end, it's the two of them, Felix, and Dimitri that are left. As tempting as it is to push his luck and invite the other couple into their bed... patience is a virtue, better to plant the seed tonight and reap the rewards of it later. Besides, he still wants to be a little selfish with his husband's time on the night of his birthday. Just a little flirting, a little teasing, all while his legs are casually thrown over Sylvain's lap as they sit together. His goal seems to be to get the pale faces of their guests as red as Sylvain's hair, and he's not doing a bad job of it.]
[Sylvain can't get enough of any of these people he adores so much. He seems to have endless energy late into the night, pouting dramatically each time someone breaks off to go to bed. He sends them each off with a chaste kiss, until it's just his favorite three men in the world left.
Contented as a fat cat, Sylvain lounges, his hands resting on top of Khalid's legs, and looking very pleased with himself as he watches his husband flirt relentlessly with Dimitri and Felix. Though they are both quick to blush, Dimitri reacts with shyness and self-deprecation where Felix reacts by fluffing up like a feral cat.]
You, [He prods Khalid in the chest,] have had too much wine.
[He's as insatiable as you are, Felix grumbles, pointedly looking at none of them.]
[Khalid scoffs in mock offense, placing a wounded hand on his chest.] I've had one glass. Don't you want me to get to know your closest friends, asal? [His voice is as sweet as the honey he compares Sylvain to, eyelashes batting prettily up at him.
His gaze flits back over to Felix and Dimitri, though, gauging their combined flusteredness. Well, they can work out some of that tension with each other tonight, and then maybe... maybe. He looks over at Sylvain again, a heavier intent in his gaze as he admires the look of him like this, so relaxed and happy, still dressed in the clothes Khalid had picked out for him.]
[Khalid has always been so cute when he's pretending to be offended, and tonight is no exception. That combined with the endearment has Sylvain feeling fluttery and affectionate. Stupid pretty eyelashes, wrapping Sylvain around the prince's finger.]
"Getting to know" is not the same as "finding every button to push," babe.
[But there's more amusement than put-upon in Sylvain's voice. Felix snorts and grumbles about the open displays of sexuality. Dimitri chuckles in a way that's tinged with nerves, and he tries to soothe his spiky lover. Just as well, because Sylvain is too wrapped up in the way Khalid is looking at him to respond himself. He feels a heavy heat settle in his stomach and a fire kindle in his heart. He makes a show of stretching and yawning.]
All right, I think it's time for birthday boy to be in bed. [He gives Khalid's legs a squeeze and gently displaces them from his lap.] Much as I missed you two... I'll see you more tomorrow, yeah?
[He stands up and stretches, moving forward to give them each a goodnight kiss like he had for the rest of his friends. He plants one on Dimitri's forehead, making the large man melt like a big dog, wrapping arms around Sylvain's middle and hugging him until Dimitri's face disappears into the silk sash around Sylvain's middle. He smiles indulgently and strokes Dimitri's hair. Then it's Felix's turn and the poor duke is already beet red before Sylvain even touches him, grumbling as Sylvain kisses his temple, winking one eye shut. He bristles, but yanks Sylvain down by the collar until he can bite his ear and whisper harshly, you big idiot. He releases Sylvain and turns away with his arms crossed.]
It's not? [Khalid feigns a look of surprise that is completely undone by the mischievous tilt of his lips. Green eyes sparkle with heat and amusement when Sylvain starts making an excuse for them to head off to their rooms, obligingly moving his legs to the floor so he can stand as well.
It's adorable, the way Sylvain has kissed all his friends goodnight, but the way Dimitri just melts into it has Khalid's heart feeling soft. If Khalid hadn't grown up in a royal family himself, it might be hard to believe he was a king when he goes all melty like that.
And then there's Felix. All that bristly cat-like irritation is cute in its own way, but his reddened face and the fact that he still allows Sylvain his kiss goodnight speaks volumes. Felix grabbing Sylvain happens faster than he can react to it and by the time the alarm bells of a threat have rung in his mind it's already over, which is for the better in this case-- Sylvain is clearly surprised but not actually hurt and Dimitri looks vaguely exasperated but fond.
Khalid huffs out a laugh, allowing the adrenaline to settle. He's been rather protective of Sylvain ever since the stabbing incident.] It's been a delight meeting you all... the letters don't do your charms any justice.
[Felix is still huffing and bristling and looks like he might try to bite him too if he gets too close, but Dimitri delicately takes one of Khalid's hands in his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss his knuckles in a courtly gesture that has Khalid's face burning with heat. Sleep well, Khalid.
With the tables soundly turned on them, Khalid and Sylvain somehow make their way back to the royal wing. He doesn't dare speak a word about it until their door is closed and locked behind them, and even then all he can do for a moment is cling to Sylvain's side, press his forehead to his husband's shoulder and give a flustered laugh.] I think my plan worked too well.
[That Khalid would feel a spike of fear from Felix's sudden assault doesn't even occur to Sylvain. He's just used to the sudden little attacks for revenge and the maintenance of Felix's ego, and neither he nor Dimitri is surprised or bothered by the thing. Though his ear stings pleasantly all the way back to their rooms.
Sylvain does not miss the flush that spreads across his husband's face when Dimitri pulls his courtly sweetness on him. Felix rolls his eyes as well, but Sylvain is too busy enjoying the sight of flustered Khalid, and of Khalid being as weak to Dimitri as Sylvain himself is is gratifying.
As soon as they're alone behind a locked door he laughs, pulling Khalid close to his side.]
It's vindicating to see that even my stoic princely Khalid isn't immune to his Majesty's charms.
[Sylvain is lucky it's his birthday, and that Khalid has had a glass and a half of wine, or he'd be trying harder to hide that fluster. Instead he presses himself closer to Sylvain, his laugh turning to more of a giggle.]
The worst part is he's not even trying to be charming. Well, maybe that time he was, after all that teasing, but not usually, from what I've seen. [He sighs, reaching a hand up to rub his finger along the shell of the ear Felix had bitten. He grins lustily up at Sylvain, his other hand sliding shamelessly into the low collar of his top. The top Khalid had chosen for him, silk that flattered from every angle.] Hmmm, as excited as I am for the direction things might be headed in there, I'm still glad I get to be a little selfish with you tonight. How do you want me to spoil you now, ātashé del-am?
[Sylvain enjoys having Khalid plastered to his side, the firm warmth of his body and the emotional warmth of being someone to cling to... Sylvain's a little flushed as well. He rubs a hand over Khalid's back, leaning his cheek onto dark curls for a moment.]
You're right about that. He's usually just bumbling along, clueless about how cute he is. [He lifts his head a little so he can glance down and see his husband's face after the touch to his ear. He feels a little shiver of promise run down his spine at the expression he sees there. He tucks his own hand under a sash and up into Khalid's top in revenge.]
I'm all yours for the rest of the night, love. [He presses lips to Khalid's hairline. He slips into Almyran, his tone low.] Mmmm, do you want to have me still partly dressed in all this finery you picked out for me, my sweet?
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He pulls away from the kiss, just enough to speak and for their eyes to meet. One hand settles lightly on Sylvain's cheek.]
I'm taking that as a challenge, and now I have a whole year to prepare for the next one. [He winks playfully, giving Sylvain another short, sweet kiss before pulling back properly. His voice lowers for some truly sappy words, thumb rubbing fondly over his jawline.] Anything to get to see this smile on your face again and again.
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[Khalid's stupidly pretty eyes are full of both affection and mischief and Sylvain feels his toes curl in his slip on shoes. He flushes a bright pink, made all the more dramatic by the toasting he did in the sun earlier in the day.
He leans in, touching their foreheads together to keep the room from spinning in how dizzy that sappiness makes him. Not that he ever doubted their relationship had become something of genuine love, not since his near-death by poisoning, but he hasn't felt the power behind Khalid's feelings for him in so long.]
I love you so much, you absolute madman. You magnificent scheming bastard. Marry me again.
[He doesn't think Dimitri can hear what they're saying, but the intensity of the moment is probably clear enough without. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Dimitri looking at the happy couple with stars in his good eye.]
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I love you too. [It still makes his heart flutter, hearing that and saying it, and even more so with Sylvain's dearest friends so close by.
The gathering lasts late into the night, but eventually people begin to trickle back to their guest rooms. They do still have a week to spend in relaxation and reunion before the diplomatic work begins, after all.
In the end, it's the two of them, Felix, and Dimitri that are left. As tempting as it is to push his luck and invite the other couple into their bed... patience is a virtue, better to plant the seed tonight and reap the rewards of it later. Besides, he still wants to be a little selfish with his husband's time on the night of his birthday. Just a little flirting, a little teasing, all while his legs are casually thrown over Sylvain's lap as they sit together. His goal seems to be to get the pale faces of their guests as red as Sylvain's hair, and he's not doing a bad job of it.]
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[Sylvain can't get enough of any of these people he adores so much. He seems to have endless energy late into the night, pouting dramatically each time someone breaks off to go to bed. He sends them each off with a chaste kiss, until it's just his favorite three men in the world left.
Contented as a fat cat, Sylvain lounges, his hands resting on top of Khalid's legs, and looking very pleased with himself as he watches his husband flirt relentlessly with Dimitri and Felix. Though they are both quick to blush, Dimitri reacts with shyness and self-deprecation where Felix reacts by fluffing up like a feral cat.]
You, [He prods Khalid in the chest,] have had too much wine.
[He's as insatiable as you are, Felix grumbles, pointedly looking at none of them.]
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His gaze flits back over to Felix and Dimitri, though, gauging their combined flusteredness. Well, they can work out some of that tension with each other tonight, and then maybe... maybe. He looks over at Sylvain again, a heavier intent in his gaze as he admires the look of him like this, so relaxed and happy, still dressed in the clothes Khalid had picked out for him.]
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[Khalid has always been so cute when he's pretending to be offended, and tonight is no exception. That combined with the endearment has Sylvain feeling fluttery and affectionate. Stupid pretty eyelashes, wrapping Sylvain around the prince's finger.]
"Getting to know" is not the same as "finding every button to push," babe.
[But there's more amusement than put-upon in Sylvain's voice. Felix snorts and grumbles about the open displays of sexuality. Dimitri chuckles in a way that's tinged with nerves, and he tries to soothe his spiky lover. Just as well, because Sylvain is too wrapped up in the way Khalid is looking at him to respond himself. He feels a heavy heat settle in his stomach and a fire kindle in his heart. He makes a show of stretching and yawning.]
All right, I think it's time for birthday boy to be in bed. [He gives Khalid's legs a squeeze and gently displaces them from his lap.] Much as I missed you two... I'll see you more tomorrow, yeah?
[He stands up and stretches, moving forward to give them each a goodnight kiss like he had for the rest of his friends. He plants one on Dimitri's forehead, making the large man melt like a big dog, wrapping arms around Sylvain's middle and hugging him until Dimitri's face disappears into the silk sash around Sylvain's middle. He smiles indulgently and strokes Dimitri's hair. Then it's Felix's turn and the poor duke is already beet red before Sylvain even touches him, grumbling as Sylvain kisses his temple, winking one eye shut. He bristles, but yanks Sylvain down by the collar until he can bite his ear and whisper harshly, you big idiot. He releases Sylvain and turns away with his arms crossed.]
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It's adorable, the way Sylvain has kissed all his friends goodnight, but the way Dimitri just melts into it has Khalid's heart feeling soft. If Khalid hadn't grown up in a royal family himself, it might be hard to believe he was a king when he goes all melty like that.
And then there's Felix. All that bristly cat-like irritation is cute in its own way, but his reddened face and the fact that he still allows Sylvain his kiss goodnight speaks volumes. Felix grabbing Sylvain happens faster than he can react to it and by the time the alarm bells of a threat have rung in his mind it's already over, which is for the better in this case-- Sylvain is clearly surprised but not actually hurt and Dimitri looks vaguely exasperated but fond.
Khalid huffs out a laugh, allowing the adrenaline to settle. He's been rather protective of Sylvain ever since the stabbing incident.] It's been a delight meeting you all... the letters don't do your charms any justice.
[Felix is still huffing and bristling and looks like he might try to bite him too if he gets too close, but Dimitri delicately takes one of Khalid's hands in his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss his knuckles in a courtly gesture that has Khalid's face burning with heat. Sleep well, Khalid.
With the tables soundly turned on them, Khalid and Sylvain somehow make their way back to the royal wing. He doesn't dare speak a word about it until their door is closed and locked behind them, and even then all he can do for a moment is cling to Sylvain's side, press his forehead to his husband's shoulder and give a flustered laugh.] I think my plan worked too well.
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[That Khalid would feel a spike of fear from Felix's sudden assault doesn't even occur to Sylvain. He's just used to the sudden little attacks for revenge and the maintenance of Felix's ego, and neither he nor Dimitri is surprised or bothered by the thing. Though his ear stings pleasantly all the way back to their rooms.
Sylvain does not miss the flush that spreads across his husband's face when Dimitri pulls his courtly sweetness on him. Felix rolls his eyes as well, but Sylvain is too busy enjoying the sight of flustered Khalid, and of Khalid being as weak to Dimitri as Sylvain himself is is gratifying.
As soon as they're alone behind a locked door he laughs, pulling Khalid close to his side.]
It's vindicating to see that even my stoic princely Khalid isn't immune to his Majesty's charms.
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The worst part is he's not even trying to be charming. Well, maybe that time he was, after all that teasing, but not usually, from what I've seen. [He sighs, reaching a hand up to rub his finger along the shell of the ear Felix had bitten. He grins lustily up at Sylvain, his other hand sliding shamelessly into the low collar of his top. The top Khalid had chosen for him, silk that flattered from every angle.] Hmmm, as excited as I am for the direction things might be headed in there, I'm still glad I get to be a little selfish with you tonight. How do you want me to spoil you now, ātashé del-am?
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[Sylvain enjoys having Khalid plastered to his side, the firm warmth of his body and the emotional warmth of being someone to cling to... Sylvain's a little flushed as well. He rubs a hand over Khalid's back, leaning his cheek onto dark curls for a moment.]
You're right about that. He's usually just bumbling along, clueless about how cute he is. [He lifts his head a little so he can glance down and see his husband's face after the touch to his ear. He feels a little shiver of promise run down his spine at the expression he sees there. He tucks his own hand under a sash and up into Khalid's top in revenge.]
I'm all yours for the rest of the night, love. [He presses lips to Khalid's hairline. He slips into Almyran, his tone low.] Mmmm, do you want to have me still partly dressed in all this finery you picked out for me, my sweet?