[His eyes close halfway, unwilling to take his eyes off Sylvain altogether but affected enough that he can't quite keep them completely open. His fingers slide to the nape of Sylvain's neck before grasping for purchase again there, taking advantage of the way he moves closer to get a more intimate hold on him like it's compensation for the fact that his perch on the desk doesn't give him a whole lot of leverage to move back in return.]
Well. I won't dispute that.
[The praise, heavy-handed and rich, had made him smile, made him blush. Well, who wouldn't bask in attention and recognition, really? All the more reason to lean into it; he's delightfully responsive to it, all told.]
But the real question is, can you take a hint, or do I need to spell it out for you?
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Well. I won't dispute that.
[The praise, heavy-handed and rich, had made him smile, made him blush. Well, who wouldn't bask in attention and recognition, really? All the more reason to lean into it; he's delightfully responsive to it, all told.]
But the real question is, can you take a hint, or do I need to spell it out for you?