I don't think you get to talk, with how keen you are in getting into my class.
[Even if they've both just established how Sylvie will be doing hardly any work - his interest is still there, if not filtered more directly onto Emmet alone. He's grinning even still, putting his knee on the sofa next to Sylvie; his hands rake through his hair, smooth down his neck, and he leans to allow himself to be coaxed down, nudging Sylvain to let him hover over him. The couch isn't incredibly large but it fits two bodies on it well, and he wants to feel Sylvain beneath him, rekindling the physical memory he's experienced a hundred or thousand times before.
It always feels good - always feels the same. Maybe it's because Emmet tends to lead with the same motions, his hand sliding up Sylvain's thigh as he slinks between his legs, laying over him close enough to be belly to belly when he captures his mouth in a kiss. It's all very languid, slow, rekindling warm emotions doesn't need a burst of passion immediately. He could lay like this forever.]
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[Even if they've both just established how Sylvie will be doing hardly any work - his interest is still there, if not filtered more directly onto Emmet alone. He's grinning even still, putting his knee on the sofa next to Sylvie; his hands rake through his hair, smooth down his neck, and he leans to allow himself to be coaxed down, nudging Sylvain to let him hover over him. The couch isn't incredibly large but it fits two bodies on it well, and he wants to feel Sylvain beneath him, rekindling the physical memory he's experienced a hundred or thousand times before.
It always feels good - always feels the same. Maybe it's because Emmet tends to lead with the same motions, his hand sliding up Sylvain's thigh as he slinks between his legs, laying over him close enough to be belly to belly when he captures his mouth in a kiss. It's all very languid, slow, rekindling warm emotions doesn't need a burst of passion immediately. He could lay like this forever.]