( always so quick to break open for him. not that he can complain any regardless; em's temperament towards him is one of the many reasons why sylvain likes him. he likes watching him crack open, likes watching desperation take hold--in. innocent ways like this, at least. he's seen em crack in less fun ways, rarely by his own hands, and watching someone else break him fucking sucks.
that's his job.
the kiss is intense, hungry, pushy, and he allows it for the moment because he knows it's been a long time, knows em has been looking for him, waiting for this moment. remembers the last time they had parted--it had been sylvain first, death drawn out just long enough for it to leave a lasting impression on him. em is older this time, too--so not only has be spent longer waiting in this lifetime, but he may have had to wait in the last one longer to die to reach him, too. so this moment--sylvain's hip propped up on the desk, em's mouth pressing against his own, against his cheek, against his ear while fingers grip on hard into his hair--he'll allow it.
moans soft even, head tipping back and eyes closing while his own hand raises up to grip hard to short strands just above em's own ear. let's that question linger for a moment, before he's tipping his head in to whisper soft against emmet's ear, voice low and husky, )
Why don't you lock the door? Close the blinds, we'll see how well you can stick to your lesson plans around me.
( and if emmet loses his job for going a little too far inside his own classroom, well. they have more important things to focus on anyway. )
no subject
that's his job.
the kiss is intense, hungry, pushy, and he allows it for the moment because he knows it's been a long time, knows em has been looking for him, waiting for this moment. remembers the last time they had parted--it had been sylvain first, death drawn out just long enough for it to leave a lasting impression on him. em is older this time, too--so not only has be spent longer waiting in this lifetime, but he may have had to wait in the last one longer to die to reach him, too. so this moment--sylvain's hip propped up on the desk, em's mouth pressing against his own, against his cheek, against his ear while fingers grip on hard into his hair--he'll allow it.
moans soft even, head tipping back and eyes closing while his own hand raises up to grip hard to short strands just above em's own ear. let's that question linger for a moment, before he's tipping his head in to whisper soft against emmet's ear, voice low and husky, )
Why don't you lock the door? Close the blinds, we'll see how well you can stick to your lesson plans around me.
( and if emmet loses his job for going a little too far inside his own classroom, well. they have more important things to focus on anyway. )