[But the smile's in his voice, further betraying the sentiment, and his eyes are closed when he presses his cheek against Sylvain and feel's his lips already on his neck. He's so easily swayed it's ridiculous - at least at first, when he's so heady with allure that he doesn't let himself have any other thoughts. He's always been one to do the right thing - always comes around to harder choices and selflessness but... right now, he's being a little bit selfish. Reasonably selfish.
He would love to fuck Sylvie right now - let him climb over him, pin him down, take him home and - what, exactly? Thrill him with a one bedroom apartment the size of a shoebox because Emmet never cares about anything until he he needs to, and Sylvie deserves better. He turns his head in toward him and kisses his neck back, also aware of the door behind them and the danger it could bring. Classes will be filing in soon after break. People could come asking questions. The wrong person walking by a window could lead to a disaster. He leans back, hands still on Sylvain's thighs.]
I'm your mentor - your teacher. That'd be irresponsible, and against the rules... what would your peers think if they found out? Knew that you were using your beauty to get by, and it was... working so well? They'd say you have me wrapped around your finger. That's what they'd say.
[Another kiss to his neck, lingering. Amused, even still:]
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[But the smile's in his voice, further betraying the sentiment, and his eyes are closed when he presses his cheek against Sylvain and feel's his lips already on his neck. He's so easily swayed it's ridiculous - at least at first, when he's so heady with allure that he doesn't let himself have any other thoughts. He's always been one to do the right thing - always comes around to harder choices and selflessness but... right now, he's being a little bit selfish. Reasonably selfish.
He would love to fuck Sylvie right now - let him climb over him, pin him down, take him home and - what, exactly? Thrill him with a one bedroom apartment the size of a shoebox because Emmet never cares about anything until he he needs to, and Sylvie deserves better. He turns his head in toward him and kisses his neck back, also aware of the door behind them and the danger it could bring. Classes will be filing in soon after break. People could come asking questions. The wrong person walking by a window could lead to a disaster. He leans back, hands still on Sylvain's thighs.]
I'm your mentor - your teacher. That'd be irresponsible, and against the rules... what would your peers think if they found out? Knew that you were using your beauty to get by, and it was... working so well? They'd say you have me wrapped around your finger. That's what they'd say.
[Another kiss to his neck, lingering. Amused, even still:]
It'd be terrible. So terrible.