[Even like this, Claude finds little ways to be a brat. It isn't disobedient, necessarily, since Sylvain didn't tell him how to strip, but it's clear from the smile on the thrall's face that he's being a tease on purpose.
He is delicious, though, and every new bit of skin that appears on display makes Sylvain want to sink his fangs into it. He licks his lips, eyes trained right on the trail of hair leading down Claude's navel.]
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[Even like this, Claude finds little ways to be a brat. It isn't disobedient, necessarily, since Sylvain didn't tell him how to strip, but it's clear from the smile on the thrall's face that he's being a tease on purpose.
He is delicious, though, and every new bit of skin that appears on display makes Sylvain want to sink his fangs into it. He licks his lips, eyes trained right on the trail of hair leading down Claude's navel.]
Sometime this year, pet.
[He snarks, snapping his fingers impatiently.]