[ Curious to see what he'll do, Sylvain lets him get it started. Curious to see just what Lorenz had in him. It's not a bad kiss, but it's not necessarily a good one, either. Mostly because there's nothing in it.
He bites back a sigh, knowing this isn't going to satisfy the crowd at all, especially after he got them riles up over this. Looks like he's going to have to handle giving a show, then. Fortunately for Lorenz, he's very very good at that.
One arm slides around the man's waist, tugging him close as he steps in flush against his front one more as fingers splay in an almost possessive hold at the small of his back. His other hand comes up to grip at the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he tilts Lorenz' head just slightly to the side to improve the angle. One that shows this off much better.
And then he kisses him. Deep and passionate and with the skill one would expect from a person with a reputation as renowned as Sylvain's. He'd come by it honestly, after all, and even if he'd left a trail of broken hearts in his wake, it still hadn't been enough to hinder his winning of them in the first place. His lips, warm and firm, move against Lorenz, tongue brushing lightly against his mouth, as if coaxing him to give a little more. Meet him halfway. Forget people were watching for a moment and enjoy a kiss for being just that - a kiss. ]
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He bites back a sigh, knowing this isn't going to satisfy the crowd at all, especially after he got them riles up over this. Looks like he's going to have to handle giving a show, then. Fortunately for Lorenz, he's very very good at that.
One arm slides around the man's waist, tugging him close as he steps in flush against his front one more as fingers splay in an almost possessive hold at the small of his back. His other hand comes up to grip at the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he tilts Lorenz' head just slightly to the side to improve the angle. One that shows this off much better.
And then he kisses him. Deep and passionate and with the skill one would expect from a person with a reputation as renowned as Sylvain's. He'd come by it honestly, after all, and even if he'd left a trail of broken hearts in his wake, it still hadn't been enough to hinder his winning of them in the first place. His lips, warm and firm, move against Lorenz, tongue brushing lightly against his mouth, as if coaxing him to give a little more. Meet him halfway. Forget people were watching for a moment and enjoy a kiss for being just that - a kiss. ]