You can't dare a man like Sylvain if you don't expect him to take a little something from it. Of course he wants to be a good boy, obedient and patient for his treat, but he's always been trouble. And a good boy can only be so lenient in waiting and whining for his reward. There's a hungry flash in his whiskey-dark eyes that says he's about to be anything but good when Felix ends up in his lap.

Sylvain picks his legs up to brace his heels against the rail, and leans the seat back to be comfortably beneath Felix. He watches Felix down the line of his body, head tilted just so to bare his throat a little. Not quite submission, but respect for the pretty, dangerous thing so tantalizingly across his hips.

Broad, strong hands find the bare skin of Felix's thighs, and drag his nails down strong muscle. He doesn't restrain Felix's motion in any way, but oh does he want him.

"Tease," he huffs out, voice pitched down into a heady purr.