Sylvain finally finds some boldness with his hands, and settles on Felix's hips. He squeezes gently against the curve of them, thumbs rolling over the crest of bone. That's nice. Feels like he's wanted to do that for ages, even when he tried not to let himself consider it.

Speaking of things he's always wanted: Felix kissing him actually shorts out any worrying thought. Lidded eyes flutter shut, a soft sound accompanying their kiss. The exhaustion of the day melds into the slow, lazy way he just enjoys the taste and feel of him. It leaves him warm and buzzing for more, so he's eager to explore Felix's mouth with greedy intent. While his mouth is occupied, he hands tug Felix by the hips to be flush up against him. Anything to keep as little space between them as possible.