[Said with a heavy dose of affection, and a final little push forward to capture Sylvain's lips with his own. It's a hungry kiss - passionate in ways that Emmet usually outwardly is not; it betrays the need in him, the want, the baser desires that he tries to suppress for the greater good. It's something he's always been obsessed with, a burden he made himself bear, but the outer shell sometimes cracks. And it's always because of his feelings for Sylvie. He half laughs in the breath he takes a moment later, because he doesn't even feel in control of himself - his hands are up and threading through Sylvie's hair, he's kissing across the corner of his lip toward his ear and pushing him back up against the desk.
He comes to his senses in a way after a moment, but doesn't relent his grip. Not after a lifetime of not having it. He smiles, quietly between the two of them and tries unsuccessfully to bottle back up the raging swell of emotion in his chest. He wants to take Sylvie home, wants to - touch him, make love to him, tease him, get mad at him, fight with him and run away from him just to have an excuse to feel this reunion again, albeit in a softer dose. But he can't ever run from him, even if he wanted to.]
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[Said with a heavy dose of affection, and a final little push forward to capture Sylvain's lips with his own. It's a hungry kiss - passionate in ways that Emmet usually outwardly is not; it betrays the need in him, the want, the baser desires that he tries to suppress for the greater good. It's something he's always been obsessed with, a burden he made himself bear, but the outer shell sometimes cracks. And it's always because of his feelings for Sylvie. He half laughs in the breath he takes a moment later, because he doesn't even feel in control of himself - his hands are up and threading through Sylvie's hair, he's kissing across the corner of his lip toward his ear and pushing him back up against the desk.
He comes to his senses in a way after a moment, but doesn't relent his grip. Not after a lifetime of not having it. He smiles, quietly between the two of them and tries unsuccessfully to bottle back up the raging swell of emotion in his chest. He wants to take Sylvie home, wants to - touch him, make love to him, tease him, get mad at him, fight with him and run away from him just to have an excuse to feel this reunion again, albeit in a softer dose. But he can't ever run from him, even if he wanted to.]
How am I supposed to teach with you in the room?