Felix will never get tired of making Sylvain of all people blush. The thought occurs to him that he'll get to dance for Sylvain for the first time all over again, and he suddenly can't wait to get back to Olivine...

...well, maybe he can after all, if it means he gets to have Sylvain's hands in his hair again, hear him say things like that again.

"I know." His tone is a bit softer than the words might suggest - Sylvain, after all, is the reason he knows. It used to make him feel self-conscious even when it was just the two of them, when Sylvain would give him compliments on his looks like that. He thought for a while it was just flattery, just something people were expected to say to their lovers, but eventually Sylvain convinced him that he really meant every word.

And then those fingers are gripping his hair tighter and Sylvain so clearly wants him, and this perhaps is how the man learns for the second time that Felix likes having his hair pulled, because a low sound escapes him that he can't hold back and his breathing picks up its pace. Forgetting, or possibly not caring, where they are right now, and without breaking the kiss, he grabs Sylvain and rolls until their positions have reversed - Felix on his back in the grass, instead.