❖ Act & Exposition, VR edt. [Permanent Catch-All]

[sonofagautier]

Who: Sylvain & Co.
What: Anything;
Where: anywhere;
When: and at anytime!
Notes: Permanent general log for all plotted interactions outside of events. Partners will be tagged in the subject line along with warnings! ♥ HMU if you ever want a general starter here.

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cw: slight spiciness

[bestswordmaster]

That whine only makes Felix look more self-satisfied, and that gaze warms him up from the inside out. Does he want Sylvain to touch him? Of course. But not yet. Making him wait has its own appeal.

Felix remembers those times when he would turn from felling an opponent in battle to find Sylvain watching him. At the time, focused on the fight and concerned about Sylvain taking his eyes off his own foes, Felix would simply tell him to stop gawking before he got himself killed like the fool he is, and think little more of it. In retrospect, Sylvain's staring might have been a subconscious inspiration for his decision to start performing.

Felix pulls back from that hand, just far enough to deny Sylvain the touch. For now. The rail serves his purposes well; he stretches a leg up onto it and uses it as a sort of horizontal pole to dance with. Still, anytime Sylvain tries to touch him again, he pulls back.

Finally, as the music nears its end, Felix lets himself down on Sylvain's side of the rail to straddle his lap. They don't do lap dances at Medusa, but Felix knows well enough how to use the internet to figure out that they exist. Seated, now, he keeps moving to what remains of the music, giving Sylvain a look that plainly dares him to try touching him again.

Re: cw: slight spiciness

[sonofagautier]

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.

[bestswordmaster]

At that flash in Sylvain's eyes and the way he tips his head back, Felix's cool, distant facade cracks just a little as he smirks. Sylvain finally gets the touch he's been looking for and Felix allows it for now; that accusation gets little reaction beyond a slightly arched eyebrow.

Felix lifts his arms above his head in a graceful arc and bends backward, between Sylvain's raised legs and past them, making those thigh muscles flex under Sylvain's hands as he stays in place with his legs alone. He bends all the way back until his fingers and loose hair brush the floor, and then slowly rolls his body back upright, his movements sinuous and controlled.

He lets the momentum carry him forward a bit until his mouth is right beside Sylvain's ear. "Going to do something about it?" he says, not quite whispering as his lips brush the ear's shell just barely.

[sonofagautier]

Continued here (NSFW)