( emmet touches him like he's something to be worshipped, and fuck if it doesn't get his stomach tied up in knots. it feels good, heart fluttering as he gives a soft sigh, a shuddering gasp following after he pulls in a sharp breath. spreads his legs to fit emmet in between them, one heel hooking over emmet's waist to keep him pressed in close. )

Much as I'm enjoying this education bullshit, an easy A's never a bad thing.

( a soft laugh, before sylvain's tipping his head back to rest the back of his head against the sofa, hands slipping under emmet's shirt to trace the line of his spine up to the middle of his back, then back down to shove their way under his pants, groping at his ass with a groan. )

Think we could just--cuddle, like this, for a few days? Weeks? I missed being able to feel you.