They're remarkably different things. One he's fantasized about for far too long. Shameless certainly, but it's not for lack of love. In fact, Sylvain might actually consider it an act of love not to want to force someone he cares about into marriage.

That smug air Felix puts on distracts him. The way his gaze is so sharp and sure, somehow in his element when Sylvain has never known him to be quite so bold in matters like this. It's new and exciting, enough to color his cheeks, and work a crooked smirk onto his expression. It's almost a game.

"C'mon, when have you ever held back," Sylvain teases. His fingers card back through Felix's long hair, admiring what he absolutely considers a prize. Not since they were kids has Sylvain gotten the chance to play with Felix's hair. Back then he used to love to messily braid it. Now he just wants to unravel every strand, feeling it flow between his fingers.

"Mm, damn- you're gorgeous," he gusts out with a gentle reverence in his voice. Almost like he hasn't realized he's said it aloud. But he's taken in another kiss so he can't be bothered to think about it. Far more important to memorize the feel of the other against his lips. His fingers lace tightly against Felix's scalp, guiding their kiss deeper with unbridled want so plain in his motions.