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[Wriothesley doesn't actually know how to answer that question.
He is happy. He missed Sylvain quite a bit. But he also has seen so many people come and go and had a few whom he had been close to who had came, went, came back, only to leave again. What if this was another case of that? Even he could struggle with these things and he had not handled Sylvain's initial leaving well.]
I don't know. [His gaze drops to his hands.] I don't know if you'll be gone the next day. [And while he is one who would prefer to experience happiness and whatever happens, the idea of a shortlived reunion seems particularly cruel.
He huffs after a bit.] Of course I'm happy. I'm mad also. I can't even be mad at you, but I still want to be. [He didn't punch Sylvain though.]
[Wriothesley has control in a vice grip. Fortunately for Sylvain. Ignore that he's a bit of a control freak.
He stiffens a little before some tension seems to ease out of his shoulders. He doesn't reach out in return, but it's obvious that Wriothesley is fighting his emotions right now.]
It's not your fault. We're at the whim of the resort, after all. [He sighs, raising his free arm so he can run a hand through his hair. He's frustrated with himself. He wants to be happier to see Sylvain.] I can't hold you to a situation you would have wanted to prevent. I...I missed you.
[ He gets it. Still, he slides closer until their thighs are pressed together and he can slide his arm back around the other man's shoulders, tugging a little until he can curl around him - at least as much as this strange seat can accommodate. ]
Come here. [ he murmurs the words as he drags him into a one-armed hug. Knowing Wriothesley might resist it, but hoping he'd let him anyway. ] I'm here now.
[This time, Wriothesley is completely pliant, letting Sylvain tug him close and just going along with the other. The familiar warmth of the redhead even after so many months was something his body hadn't forgotten and he offers no resistance to Sylvain.
He does grumble a little.] You broke the promise. When I ranked up and you weren't in the room next to mine- [Nevermind he found Sylvain's room completely empty (and subsequently trashed it) is a lingering memory.]
I bet they'll drop you back to the bottom. [His voice is strained, but the words are meant to be a teasing jab.]
[He gently swats at Sylvain's hand. The motions is more familiar, like he was already falling back into their back and forth. It really is hard to be mad at the other.]
Don't make promises you can't keep. Give me an inch and I'll take a mile. [He won't, but it's definitely a threat he might fall back onto in any of their petty fights going forward.]
I'm a Jack now, but who knows how long that'll be. At this point, I think they have fun moving me through the ranks. I don't think I've requested any of these changes, but here I am just being moved around and them giving me abilities I randomly find out. [He's whining as he basically moves to rest his legs on top of Sylvain's. This lap is now his.]
[ Sylvain's voice is all fondness, however, as he grins down at the man now sprawling his way across his lap. He shifts, making room so Wriothesley can make himself comfortable. ]
One of the Royals, huh? Look at you, moving up in the world. They better not have touched my points. We'll see how long it takes me to catch up, if they do drop me back to the bottom.
When you say it like that, you make it sound like that's what you want me to do. Are you a glutton for punishment? [Says the man who definitely has been pushing the buttons of others just to get a reaction out of his loved ones.]
It's awful. [Man who hates being perceived is now perceived regularly.] Maybe you should think twice of turning into stone if you don't want to lose your resources. [There's no real bite in his words. Not when he is basically taking over Sylvain's lap like a giant dog demanding attention.] I guess I might at least have leverage to get you out of the basement. Maybe you can convince me.
I don't think you're in any position to be calling me a masochist.
[ Sylvain counters teasingly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he reaches out to playfully flick the end of the other man's nose. But he does twine his arms around him as he settles crossways across his lap - at least as much as this strange seat will allow.
Technically, he's barely paid any attention to the ride so far, since Wriothesley had distracted him from the moment they'd gotten on. But he had to admit the movement was kinda... nice? Relaxing, in a way. As long as you weren't afraid of heights, probably. ]
Hmm. Well. I can be pretty persuasive. And you definitely have a huge soft spot for me...
What are you implying? [He knows what Sylvain is implying.
But he finds himself comfortable to be curled up with Sylvain like this. Honestly, he had forgotten they're stuck in a ferris wheel car and he definitely would be very enamored by the view at the moment if he weren't have a bit of an emotional moment distracting him.
Well, they'll find out soon enough what they'll have to do to be let back down. He can enjoy the view then.]
Oh, get down from your high horse. Maybe I'll use my leverage to get them to put you on the literal bottom instead, actually.
Because of the two of us, you are absolutely the greater glutton for punishment here.
[ That's his story and he's sticking to it.
But he just grins at the man and curls more snugly around him, grounding them both in touch as he teases him playfully. It's reassuring, at least to him, that this feels the same. He'd been a little worried, at first. That Wriothesley was truly angry at him, that he'd somehow ruined their easy comradery by breaking their promise. ]
You wouldn't do that. That's too far for you to walk in the middle of the night. And the beds are definitely not big enough for us both down there.
Me? I have long since served my time for my crimes. I'm not interested in anymore punishment you know. Prison had reformed me.
[Man casually joking about being tossed into prison. But also, he is definitely a glutton for punishment.
If Sylvain's legs fall asleep or if their arm starts cramping, he's not moving. He is very content now where he is. For now.]
You think I'd walk all the way down there? Sorry, but I'll be making you do all the walking, Sylvain. You either come up to my room or you sleep alone. You're not convincing me to sleep in those beds with you, unless you don't want access to your bed. [Like hell those tiny beds will fit the both of them and he'll definitely kick Sylvain out of his own bed.]
I'm going to remind you of that next time you're begging me to spank you.
[ There's a smirk on his lips at that sly retort, fond amusement in his gaze.
He doesn't even care if his legs do fall asleep right now. This is surprisingly comfortable. Although he does find himself wonder how long this thing spins in a circle? Surely it will let them off eventually? ]
Well, then you'd better be ready to share your bed more, then. Although this will all be a moot point if they drop me back where I left off. [ He rubs absently at his chest. it feels weird not to have his Diamond tattoo there when he'd gotten accustomed to it. he's not sure he likes being a Wildcard again. ]
I have never begged you to spank me. [Wriothesley scowls a little at that. He has begged for cock, but he doesn't remember being needy to having his ass slapped.]
There's so many bedrooms, you could have an entire room to yourself, honestly. [He won't pretend the space isn't nice. He also does like having the spare rooms for his loved ones if they need it.
Wriothesley looks out the car, watching how they slowly rotate around. Hm...how long have they been in here?] You'd invade my bed anyways if you were in the basement. I know you like to be comfortably, Sylvain.
Wriothesley shudders in response, tilting his head back instinctively. It's so damn easy to go along with Sylvain's antics.] Says the bastard who isn't my current neighbor. [His tone is petulant, but Sylvain can probably note that there's no real bite to it this time. Wriothesley will probably be a little sore about it for sometime, but far less so now that Sylvain was right there.
But now that Wriothesley's emotions feel far more settled-] How long have we been in here?
[ With the number of kinks they've played with and the sheer number of times the resort has played with their need and driven them out of their minds? He's pretty sure it's happened a few times.
He hums, grinning as he lets his teeth scrape lightly over that same spot. ]
Don't worry, I'll get that fixed promptly. Someone's gotta keep you outa trouble.
[ But that next question has him blinking back to the reality, lifting his head to blink around them, realizing they're rising up again. ]
I dunno. How long are we supposed to be on here? I've never seen one of these things before.
[Wriothesley has to cover Sylvain's mouth with his hand with a pout. As if he's the troublemaker between the two of them.
They're both troublemakers and Sylvain knows it. The worst part is that the both of them just like to egg each other on.
That's not important right now. Wriothesley's brows furrow as he looks out, watching as they make another round without any showing of stopping.] I haven't been in one before either, but I'm pretty sure we should have been let out at this point...
[Of course, that's when it announces that for them to be let out, one of them has to orgasm.] Typical... That should have been expected after they shoved us in here. [He had forgotten how they ended up here, distracted by seeing Sylvain again.]
[Sylvain is definitely the bigger troublemaker!!! Unless they're talking about breaking laws and going to prison. Then Wriothesley probably wins there.
His brows furrow though and he finally sits up and shifts until he was straddling Sylvain's lap.] What? Are you telling me you don't want to? [He huffs, an obvious pout on his lips.
He averts his gaze after a moment.] It's been awhile since I've gotten to do this with you. [The sex was good, of course, but it was more obvious that Wriothesley was thinking more than just the pleasure. He had, after all, missed Sylvain greatly.]
[ It was going to be a while before that stopped being weird, Sylvain guessed. Having someone tell him they'd missed them when it only felt like a day or so to him.
But he tugs Wriothesley closer anyway, especially now that he was straddling his lap, effectively sitting backwards in the cart. because fuck safety regulations right? And he can't resist leaning in to kiss those pouting lips with a fond chuckle.]
Have you ever known me to tell you no over anything? I just wasn't sure you'd be in the mood. Are you still mad at me?
[He's a weak, weak man in the end. He immediately kisses back, not at all able to hold back.
He does huff a little though.] I'm not mad at you. I'm just taking it out on you. [Which was mostly true. His feelings were obviously complicated over it, but he knew it wasn't really Sylvain's fault nor choice. Still, he could be frustrated and there was still the upset about the feeling of the man leaving.
He rests his arms on Sylvain's shoulders, hands clasping behind the back of Sylvain's neck.] I'm not in the mood for anything rough. I'd like to feel you again though.
[ Sylvain offers with a faint smile, amber eyes warm as he leans into that kiss, giving Wriothesley more when he doesn't pull away. one of his hands snakes around the man's waist, anchoring him against him, hand trailing up and down his spine, while the other comes up to cup against Wriothesley's cheek. Cradling against the side of his face as he holds him close. Lets him feel that this is real. ]
[It might have been some months since they embraced, but the body doesn't forget. The slide of their lips was so familiar. Warm and soft and reminded him of coming home.
His hands are already trailing over arms and chest, as though remapping the man's body, as he slowly start to carefully undo buttons and clasps to get to the skin underneath. Warm and alive.
Hopefully Sylvain can tell how much Wriothesley cared about him. How much he missed the redhead.]
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He is happy. He missed Sylvain quite a bit. But he also has seen so many people come and go and had a few whom he had been close to who had came, went, came back, only to leave again. What if this was another case of that? Even he could struggle with these things and he had not handled Sylvain's initial leaving well.]
I don't know. [His gaze drops to his hands.] I don't know if you'll be gone the next day. [And while he is one who would prefer to experience happiness and whatever happens, the idea of a shortlived reunion seems particularly cruel.
He huffs after a bit.] Of course I'm happy. I'm mad also. I can't even be mad at you, but I still want to be. [He didn't punch Sylvain though.]
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Hey.
[His voice is quiet - almost uncertain - as he shifts closer on the bench and reaches out to lay his hand on Wriothesley’s arm. ]
For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I didn’t know… I would have chosen to stay.
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He stiffens a little before some tension seems to ease out of his shoulders. He doesn't reach out in return, but it's obvious that Wriothesley is fighting his emotions right now.]
It's not your fault. We're at the whim of the resort, after all. [He sighs, raising his free arm so he can run a hand through his hair. He's frustrated with himself. He wants to be happier to see Sylvain.] I can't hold you to a situation you would have wanted to prevent. I...I missed you.
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Come here. [ he murmurs the words as he drags him into a one-armed hug. Knowing Wriothesley might resist it, but hoping he'd let him anyway. ] I'm here now.
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He does grumble a little.] You broke the promise. When I ranked up and you weren't in the room next to mine- [Nevermind he found Sylvain's room completely empty (and subsequently trashed it) is a lingering memory.]
I bet they'll drop you back to the bottom. [His voice is strained, but the words are meant to be a teasing jab.]
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I'll make it up to you. [ Somehow. ] So you ranked up again, huh? Rule the world now? How far do I gotta play catch-up?
[ But he fondly tucks the man in against his side, sensing he needed this. Maybe needing it himself. ]
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Don't make promises you can't keep. Give me an inch and I'll take a mile. [He won't, but it's definitely a threat he might fall back onto in any of their petty fights going forward.]
I'm a Jack now, but who knows how long that'll be. At this point, I think they have fun moving me through the ranks. I don't think I've requested any of these changes, but here I am just being moved around and them giving me abilities I randomly find out. [He's whining as he basically moves to rest his legs on top of Sylvain's. This lap is now his.]
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[ Sylvain's voice is all fondness, however, as he grins down at the man now sprawling his way across his lap. He shifts, making room so Wriothesley can make himself comfortable. ]
One of the Royals, huh? Look at you, moving up in the world. They better not have touched my points. We'll see how long it takes me to catch up, if they do drop me back to the bottom.
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It's awful. [Man who hates being perceived is now perceived regularly.] Maybe you should think twice of turning into stone if you don't want to lose your resources. [There's no real bite in his words. Not when he is basically taking over Sylvain's lap like a giant dog demanding attention.] I guess I might at least have leverage to get you out of the basement. Maybe you can convince me.
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[ Sylvain counters teasingly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he reaches out to playfully flick the end of the other man's nose. But he does twine his arms around him as he settles crossways across his lap - at least as much as this strange seat will allow.
Technically, he's barely paid any attention to the ride so far, since Wriothesley had distracted him from the moment they'd gotten on. But he had to admit the movement was kinda... nice? Relaxing, in a way. As long as you weren't afraid of heights, probably. ]
Hmm. Well. I can be pretty persuasive. And you definitely have a huge soft spot for me...
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But he finds himself comfortable to be curled up with Sylvain like this. Honestly, he had forgotten they're stuck in a ferris wheel car and he definitely would be very enamored by the view at the moment if he weren't have a bit of an emotional moment distracting him.
Well, they'll find out soon enough what they'll have to do to be let back down. He can enjoy the view then.]
Oh, get down from your high horse. Maybe I'll use my leverage to get them to put you on the literal bottom instead, actually.
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[ That's his story and he's sticking to it.
But he just grins at the man and curls more snugly around him, grounding them both in touch as he teases him playfully. It's reassuring, at least to him, that this feels the same. He'd been a little worried, at first. That Wriothesley was truly angry at him, that he'd somehow ruined their easy comradery by breaking their promise. ]
You wouldn't do that. That's too far for you to walk in the middle of the night. And the beds are definitely not big enough for us both down there.
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[Man casually joking about being tossed into prison. But also, he is definitely a glutton for punishment.
If Sylvain's legs fall asleep or if their arm starts cramping, he's not moving. He is very content now where he is. For now.]
You think I'd walk all the way down there? Sorry, but I'll be making you do all the walking, Sylvain. You either come up to my room or you sleep alone. You're not convincing me to sleep in those beds with you, unless you don't want access to your bed. [Like hell those tiny beds will fit the both of them and he'll definitely kick Sylvain out of his own bed.]
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[ There's a smirk on his lips at that sly retort, fond amusement in his gaze.
He doesn't even care if his legs do fall asleep right now. This is surprisingly comfortable. Although he does find himself wonder how long this thing spins in a circle? Surely it will let them off eventually? ]
Well, then you'd better be ready to share your bed more, then. Although this will all be a moot point if they drop me back where I left off. [ He rubs absently at his chest. it feels weird not to have his Diamond tattoo there when he'd gotten accustomed to it. he's not sure he likes being a Wildcard again. ]
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There's so many bedrooms, you could have an entire room to yourself, honestly. [He won't pretend the space isn't nice. He also does like having the spare rooms for his loved ones if they need it.
Wriothesley looks out the car, watching how they slowly rotate around. Hm...how long have they been in here?] You'd invade my bed anyways if you were in the basement. I know you like to be comfortably, Sylvain.
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[ He remembers you being needy for a lot of things, Wriothesley.
But for now he just grins and nuzzles in against the other man's throat, lips finding that sensitive spot under his ear as he licks at it playfully. ]
Well, you do have such a big bed now, probably. I'd hate for you to be lonely.
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[How often has Sylvain spanked him??? Shush.
Wriothesley shudders in response, tilting his head back instinctively. It's so damn easy to go along with Sylvain's antics.] Says the bastard who isn't my current neighbor. [His tone is petulant, but Sylvain can probably note that there's no real bite to it this time. Wriothesley will probably be a little sore about it for sometime, but far less so now that Sylvain was right there.
But now that Wriothesley's emotions feel far more settled-] How long have we been in here?
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He hums, grinning as he lets his teeth scrape lightly over that same spot. ]
Don't worry, I'll get that fixed promptly. Someone's gotta keep you outa trouble.
[ But that next question has him blinking back to the reality, lifting his head to blink around them, realizing they're rising up again. ]
I dunno. How long are we supposed to be on here? I've never seen one of these things before.
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They're both troublemakers and Sylvain knows it. The worst part is that the both of them just like to egg each other on.
That's not important right now. Wriothesley's brows furrow as he looks out, watching as they make another round without any showing of stopping.] I haven't been in one before either, but I'm pretty sure we should have been let out at this point...
[Of course, that's when it announces that for them to be let out, one of them has to orgasm.] Typical... That should have been expected after they shoved us in here. [He had forgotten how they ended up here, distracted by seeing Sylvain again.]
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But it's true. It's like a troublemaking feedback loop.
But at the announcement, he can only chuckle, because yeah, they really should have seen that one coming.
He turns his head again to nuzzle in against Wriothesley's throat. ]
Well, we could always decide to be stubborn about it and just enjoy the ride for a while.
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His brows furrow though and he finally sits up and shifts until he was straddling Sylvain's lap.] What? Are you telling me you don't want to? [He huffs, an obvious pout on his lips.
He averts his gaze after a moment.] It's been awhile since I've gotten to do this with you. [The sex was good, of course, but it was more obvious that Wriothesley was thinking more than just the pleasure. He had, after all, missed Sylvain greatly.]
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But he tugs Wriothesley closer anyway, especially now that he was straddling his lap, effectively sitting backwards in the cart.
because fuck safety regulations right?And he can't resist leaning in to kiss those pouting lips with a fond chuckle.]Have you ever known me to tell you no over anything? I just wasn't sure you'd be in the mood. Are you still mad at me?
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He does huff a little though.] I'm not mad at you. I'm just taking it out on you. [Which was mostly true. His feelings were obviously complicated over it, but he knew it wasn't really Sylvain's fault nor choice. Still, he could be frustrated and there was still the upset about the feeling of the man leaving.
He rests his arms on Sylvain's shoulders, hands clasping behind the back of Sylvain's neck.] I'm not in the mood for anything rough. I'd like to feel you again though.
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[ Sylvain offers with a faint smile, amber eyes warm as he leans into that kiss, giving Wriothesley more when he doesn't pull away. one of his hands snakes around the man's waist, anchoring him against him, hand trailing up and down his spine, while the other comes up to cup against Wriothesley's cheek. Cradling against the side of his face as he holds him close. Lets him feel that this is real. ]
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His hands are already trailing over arms and chest, as though remapping the man's body, as he slowly start to carefully undo buttons and clasps to get to the skin underneath. Warm and alive.
Hopefully Sylvain can tell how much Wriothesley cared about him. How much he missed the redhead.]
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