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[Oh. And he kind of... looks especially handsome fresh from the bath?

...Felix looks handsome always, but that might just be Sylvain's bias speaking.

Either way he does move to step inside, even if that means brushing past him somewhat.]

Hey. I kind of wanted to talk to you about something?

[Oh, wait, hold on. That sounds a lot more serious than 'so are you interested in banging outside of the moons' really has any right to sound, so... of course the next course of action is clearly to make all that worse, by not only pushing the door closed behind himself, but leaning over Felix, tilting his chin up, claiming his lips in a surprisingly deep kiss all told right off the bat.

No big deal. Lifetime bffs can totally make out in the entry of one of their apartments.]

[ He's just soft because he hasn't dried out properly yet into the cold husk that he is.

No, but really, he raises his brows slightly at Sylvain's words, letting him pass. What could he have to talk about, he wonders? As far as he knows, nothing has really happened that they should discuss.

(There are a lot of things they should discuss. But anyway)

He's about to answer when Sylvain rounds back over to him, pulling him in to kiss him deeply. His eyes widen, but he doesn't pull away from the kiss. It surprises him but surely they're used to it by now. Although they are both distinctly missing animal parts today....

When they need a breath, he takes his chance to ask. ]

Sylvain...?

[But the cold husk is cute, too. Sorry not sorry.

Really, they have a whole lot to talk about... and most of those things aren't really easy topics to broach.

This one is, if only because of how familiar Sylvain is with, well... sex. And because of how casually he's always treated it.

Unfortunately, with Felix, they've gotten into a pattern where it isn't quite as casual as he'd like it to be, but it isn't serious, either. It's just... timed. Based more on the whims of the setting than on genuine attraction... even if attraction (and trust) made the setting's effects much easier to handle.]

I... guess it'll be easier if I'm blunt, won't it?

[His hands dropped down to Felix's hips while they were kissing, and he uses the hold to push him back against the door, following him a moment later.]

I think we should stop letting this place dictate when we sleep with each other. [Is that a blush? That's definitely the beginnings of a blush.] You're gorgeous, Felix, and it's... really frustrating that we've gotten into a pattern like that. So I want to fix it.

[ hdu Sylvain...

It may be an easier topic for Sylvain, but it's not all that easy for Felix. He's not casual about sex. Most of the time. This place has obviously changed that drastically but the embarrassment and, dare we say shyness is still there. ]

Yes. Speak plainly.

[ He wants to know what this is all about. But the moment he sees that Sylvain is starting to blush, his own face lights up like a beacon of flame. He bumps up against the door, his eyes not leaving Sylvain's face with those rosy cheekbones. ]

I...but we already...

[ He tears his gaze away. He's not mishearing this is he? Anyway, he has guilt. Because when the Iris or Triple Moon is about, he relies so heavily on Sylvain. It must run him ragged at times. Even Sylvain can't handle that much sex in a day! Probably. Then there's the fact that Sylvain will sleep with anyone and Felix doesn't want to just be a notch in the bed post.

But that involves thinking about those "feelings" things again and he isn't so sure about that. ]

You could sleep with anyone.

[Experience and a forced casualness about the topic can do wonders for broadening horizons, but Sylvain will never get tired of seeing Felix be shy.

Like now, when his blush makes Sylvain's own look pale in comparison.]

Yeah, we do... I mean kind of...

[It's... different... when it's the moons or the Prismals' drugs pushing them into bed together. In those cases it only makes sense to fall back on people you know well and trust - with lowered inhibitions, it's safer that way. But he knows - he suspects they both know - that without that influence the implications are very different.

A want instead of a desperate need.

But as far as he's concerned, Felix doesn't need to be guilty. When Cordis is out, he's frequently overwhelmed Felix, so it's only fair he return the favor when it's Iris. Triple Moons are ideal for their matchup, too - if Sylvain gets energy from their affairs, and Felix gets relief... why shouldn't they fall into bed?

But like this... there are pesky feelings to consider, probably, even if Sylvain isn't thinking about them right now.]

I could. And I do. So could you, if you wanted... but that's the point. I want to sleep with you more often, get to know what you really like.

[ If Sylvain even says one word about it, he will skewer him on his sword. Rest assured that he got enough of them over the holidays that one is within easy reach.

For now though, he's a bit at a loss, embarrassed and uncertain because he can't just shoo the feels away like Sylvain can. Even when he tries to be like Glenn and put up a gruff front, deep inside, he's a puddle of goo. He hates that all of his childhood friends know this too. ]

I...

[ Damn it when Sylvain makes sense. And honestly, Felix is kind of flattered that Sylvain wants this. And that's terrible. Because obviously Sylvain doesn't even mean anything by it!

Face still red, his neck burning beneath the collar of his shirt, he glances away in consideration. Mostly he just can't think seriously about this when he knows Sylvain is looking at him a certain way. ]

I'm not opposed.

[Look, he knows better than to mention it. It'll forever stay a private enjoyment.

Though this time he wishes he could offer a hand to help, but he's at almost as much of a loss as Felix is. Sure, he's better at shooing away the feels, but that doesn't mean he's able to do it entirely when they actually, you know, exist.

And they do exist. Which is why this is difficult.

But when Felix actually answers, he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in a rough sigh.]

Really? Heh, I half thought you'd throw me out.

[ At least there's that.

He isn't sure what that held breath really means right now. And he isn't sure if he made the wrong decision here and should have tossed Sylvain out either.

But if he's actually honest with himself, he really isn't opposed. And ... he needs to be honest with himself. ]

Don't tempt me.

[ Still able to get a quip like that out though. He puts his hands on Sylvain's chest, but it's to push him back so he can get away from the door now at least. ]

Were you planning on staying right by the door?

[Well, at that threat that isn't really a threat, Sylvain's grip on Felix's hips tighten. If he's going to be thrown out, he'll be dragging him with him - or trying to.

Not that he thinks Felix is actually going to throw him out at this point. It's... kind of like continuing the banter, probably.

And Felix does push him back, but it's further into the apartment, so... well, he goes where he pushes him, leaning back and taking a few steps, pulling him along...

Hoping he doesn't trip over any swords...]

Well... kinda, yeah, until I knew you wouldn't be upset...

[ If Sylvain tried to drag him out, Felix would fight it! But for now, he will continue to allow Sylvain to live and remain in his humble home.

He's made up his mind, and he will stick to it.

He's no Manuela, so they shouldn't have too much trouble navigating the floor. Felix assumes that they're headed to the bedroom, so that's where he's kind of leading them. That's the place with the least sharp objects anyway. ]

Why would I be upset? [ baka.... ]

[How kind of him. He'll be sure to make it worth his trouble.

As to where they're headed... well, Sylvain didn't have anywhere in particular in mind, but the bedroom is a damn good choice, so he's perfectly content to let Felix guide him back there.]

Well because... it's different than usual.

[No excuses to hide behind here. No "well I'm going to anyway, but I trust you." Just... raw desire. It's kind of scary if he lets himself think about it, but he's very much not letting himself think about it.]

[ He had better!

Anyway, the bedroom seems fitting for both its (kind of) lack of sharp objects and its general ... intimacy. Obviously this is a very private thing. For him it is anyway.

Not that anyone would just waltz into Felix's apartment without any signal or notice.

He just flushes a bit more at Sylvain's words, his own thoughts racing as he tries to figure out what exactly is meant by that. He takes a deep breath. ]

I suppose. But...

[ He looks even further away from Sylvain than he was already trying not to look. ]

I'm ... glad you told me.

[...Sylvain is the only one that would really just waltz into Felix's apartment without any notice, and, well... He's here already. Obviously. So there's nothing to worry about.

And there's that flush on Felix's cheeks again, with him trying very hard to not look at him, so...

Well, he takes advantage of that, pressing a few gentle kisses to the cheek facing him. If they're going to do this without desperation or need driving them from the start, then he has no shame about being casually affectionate leading in.]

I'm glad you agreed.

[ Normally Felix might hiss at Sylvain or reject the onslaught of kisses. But in his mind he is a bit resigned to it this time. Agreeing to this kind of thing means accepting affection from Sylvain in many forms. Even if it's very embarrassing.

Once they get to the bedroom, he just kind of stops them. He isn't sure where to go from this point. Do they strip? Or... what. ]

Don't... think too much of it.

[ Or do? Probably do, so they can talk things out sometime.

But anyway.

He at least is finally looking at Sylvain again, though the redness in his cheeks is hardly gone. ]

Alright...

[Yeah, not going to think too much of it.

Probably so they don't have to talk things out. Because why would they be anything but difficult.

Anyway. With Felix stopped and looking at him, Sylvain realizes he hasn't... really thought this through entirely. And with Felix looking at him, he probably should... suggest... what they get up to, right?]

So, uh... You haven't actually... fucked me yet...

[Smooth, Gautier.

But true, and it feels kind of appropriate to do something they haven't done yet this time.]

[ no talk, only difficult.

Felix is struggling not to just combust on the spot, and he's doing a pretty good job of it until Sylvain opens his mouth again. It's certainly not what Felix is expecting, and if he was red before, he's absolutely scarlet now. ]

Is ... is that what ... you want?

[ Honestly he hasn't given thought to ... doing the fucking, since Iris renders him kind of useless in that department. But... well it's not like he's opposed. It's just unexpected. And what if he sucks at it and has to live it down... ]

Well... I mean, yeah...

[He does like it both ways, that's no secret, but... Felix looks like he's about to explode at this point, so he's... kind of unsure now?

Goddess, he's not usually this flustered.]

I can do the work if you'd prefer, but... I figured since we haven't done it that way yet...

[ Felix is stubborn though, and he stubbornly commands his own body to cooperate, to tone that blush down a bit.

He shouldn't even be so surprised by it! He's a man too, so of course he'd want to... ]

It's fine.

[ He starts walking over to the bed. ]

Let's do it.

You're... sure?

[And is he sure? He's pretty sure he's sure, but Felix's reaction had him so flustered that it's hard to really get a handle on himself.

But if he agrees once more, then that'll be it. No more second guessing.]

And did you want me to do... everything... or not?

I'm sure.

[ He returns without hesitation. There goes Sylvain again, asking him too many times if he's willing to do something.

Though he squints at Sylvain when he continues, wondering if he means to imply that Felix can't do something. ]

I can do it.

[ He might need a little guidance... but for the most part, he thinks he can handle it. He gave Sylvain a blowjob once, how different can it be. ]

[Look, he knows Felix had... significantly less experience in such matters as he had, to say the least, and that wasn't taking into account the emotions wrapped up in doing this without outside influence.

So. Checking and double checking brings out annoyance instead of affection. The perfect crime?]

Alright. Do you have lube here, or...?

[...Why would an Iris need lube, though? Are they going to have to move to Sylvain's place? Oh no...]

[ Wasn't Sylvain doing this without emotions attached? Felix finds it near impossible to do so though, that is correct.

He huffs softly, glancing off to the side, in the direction of the closet. He doesn't have a treasure trove sex dungeon in there like Sylvain and Manuela, but he has. Things. Things he isn't going to share except for the lube. He's done things when it's only been Cordis, for example. And there's the camera play... Anyway. ]

In there.

[He prefers to do this without emotions attached.

Needless to say, there are quite a lot of emotions attached, this time.

But anyway - Felix has it stored away in a closet, not the nightstand, so there are probably other things in there. Things Sylvain could snoop and find, or... not.

He goes with the latter. This time.]

Why don't you grab it while I undress?

[Unless Felix wants them to strip each other, but... if he does, he'll have to speak up about it.]

[ Felix is definitely unsure of how many emotions are attached at the moment, and it's making him feel a little bit weird.

Definitely better that Sylvain try to snoop in Felix's closet some other time.

With a noncommittal response, Felix turns toward the closet to reach up and find the bottle of lube he'd picked up. It's not scented, it's not sparkly or glow in the dark. It's just ... practical.

He turns around and places it on a little table near his bedside, so they can grab it whenever they need to. Then he turns back to Sylvain, face still red as he pauses awkwardly before he realizes he should distract himself with clothes as well. ]

[Honestly, even given Sylvain's ever-growing experience with these matters... practical is best. Sure, he'd tried a few with gimmicks he liked, but there were even more with other gimmicks that ranged from boring to unpleasant. So. Practical.

(He's kind of surprised Felix has any at all, given that he doesn't need it during Iris, though perhaps he shouldn't be.)

But Sylvain isn't trying to make undressing into any kind of sexy or alluring affair - he's just... being practical about it, quickly removing his clothes and setting them aside in a neat pile until he's standing there naked and... not really all that turned on just yet. There's the beginning stirrings of something, but nerves and emotions are keeping him from showing anything, especially given that they aren't touching just yet.

He rectifies that pretty quickly by stepping closer and draping his arms over Felix's shoulders from behind while he's waiting for him to finish undressing, relishing in the skin-warmth and trying to chase away errant thoughts about all this with physical contact. Obviously, it isn't really working.]

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