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Neither Felix nor Sylvain really knew what made all this… happen.
Obviously they knew when it all started. Both of them had been studying in the library together late at night, something to do with the professor wanting them to study more in reason magic to excel in their future classes. Being best friends and all, it only made sense they studied together. Everything started normal: a few teasing jabs from Sylvain, Felix scoffing in annoyance to get him to focus, but somehow, all of that got forgotten when Felix had the sudden urge to kiss Sylvain. And even more shocking, he gave in to it. And surprisingly, Sylvain kissed him back, as if this was the first thing he had ever been serious about in his life.
They ended up studying little to nothing in reason magic that night and instead spent most of it making out. Maybe all the brushes of fingers and lingering glances that felt a little too… intimate did mean something. Maybe all that finally got to Felix and made him give in. Usually, he was amazing at not giving in to such desires, but something about that night, looking at Sylvain through the flickering candlelight, made him forget how much of a terrible idea this was.
After that night, Felix and Sylvain started dating in secret. Sylvain didn't expect Felix to actually say yes, and Felix didn't expect this 'relationship’ to last more than a week. He thought this would become just another fling to Sylvain. But it didn't. It’s been two months since than, and no one expects a thing wrong with them. Well, maybe expect Ingrid. But she was allowed to find out on her own if she wished.
Surprisingly, it was usually Felix pulling Sylvain into random corners to kiss him. Whether it was when he got jealous or just wanted to kiss him, it would always change. Most of the time it was just because he wanted to kiss him; once the pair got far enough away from everyone, their fingers always intertwined together.
It didn't look strange, thankfully, seeing Sylvain get dragged around by Felix since it happened so often before all this.
No one had to know where Felix was dragging Sylvain off to. Or what they were doing.
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Felix was hanging around in a hidden corner in the stables, his back right against a wall with another wall in front of him. It wasn't the most private of spots, but it was hidden enough that no one would pay attention to passing by. He was starting to get impatient waiting for a certain redhead, regretting not just grabbing Sylvain from his dumb conversation he was in the middle of instead of giving him a signal and walking off. He was so slow…
“Hello, beautiful,” Sylvain said smoothly while sliding in beside Felix, his arm settling on the wall behind him that made it look like he was caging him in. Felix was unimpressed.
“Don’t call me that.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes, but he didn't push Sylvain away, only crossing his arms over his chest.
“Oh come on, don't be like that! What else am I supposed to call you?” Sylvain replied with a small laugh, taking Felix not pulling away as a sign for him to lean in closer.
“My name?”
“Not what I meant.”
“Hmph, I knew that, but I would prefer you not use one of the little nicknames you’d use for some girl you wanted to sleep with.” Sylvain didn't have an immediate response to that.
He hummed to himself as he tapped his finger against the wall next to Felix's waist. His face looked completely neutral before a slow smile formed on his lips. Sylvain would never hesitate to do whatever Felix wanted him to do, even something as simple as a silly pet name change.
“So… what I’m hearing is that you wouldn't mind me calling you a different name just as long as it isn't something I’ve used on a girl before?” He asked, taking a second to pretend like he was thinking to himself before continuing. “Hmm… how about I call you handsome instead?”
While Felix did raise his eyebrow suspiciously, he didn't look completely… opposed to the name. His cheeks turned a little pink, and the smallest of small smiles tugged on his mouth. With anyone else, he would have restrained himself from smiling, but with Sylvain… he didn't try as hard to fight it.
“...You're hopeless.” He muttered with fondness in his tone before grabbing the collar of Sylvain's jacket and pulling him into a kiss.
Sylvain couldn't argue with that, so he returned it in seconds as his hands settled on Felix's waist. He never pictured Felix being the one to initiate all their kisses; he always assumed he would have to get on his hands and knees to beg him to kiss him. But no, here Felix was kissing Sylvain with more passion than either of them expected him to.
Right as Sylvain started getting a little too dizzy with Felix's tongue in his mouth and about to pull away to suggest they forget about everything else today and spend the rest of it in his dorm, both of them jumped, hearing their names be called. In seconds, with practiced ease, they pulled away from each other and checked behind Felix to see who was looking for them. To no one’s surprise, it was Ingrid.
“Sylvain! Felix! Where are you two?! The professor said you both had stable duty this week and I need to make sure both of you aren't messing around! Now, where are you?!” Ingrid sounded very… aggravated at them. Like she was probably picturing them messing around in the stables instead of actually doing anything, instead of making out behind some corner.
Both Felix and Sylvain completely forgot about the horses, however. If at least Felix remembered, he wouldn't have told Sylvain to meet him here. But no use in thinking about what they should have done or remembered; they needed Ingrid gone as soon as possible.
Just because they wouldn't care if Ingrid found out about their relationship didn't mean they wanted her to find out like this. Not with red faces and lips completely swollen.
Felix shot Sylvain a sharp glare as his grip tightened on his collar before glancing back at Ingrid. While he may appear pissed at Sylvain himself, his anger was directed at almost everything but him. He was mostly pissed at getting interrupted.
When Ingrid had her back turned away from the corner where Sylvain and Felix were still hiding, Sylvain leaned in to press a quick kiss on Felix's neck before pulling away from him and making his presence known to Ingrid. He walked as if he was just passing by and heard Ingrid calling out their names, his mask slipping on again without struggle .
“Ingrid? Why are you calling out for Felix and me?” Sylvain said with a snort and casually walked up to Ingrid with his hands behind his neck. When Ingrid noticed him, she turned around with a fierce scowl on her face.
“There you are! OK, where's Felix? I’d like to see the horses, but I can't until you two clean the stables.” Ingrid asked harshly, still just as annoyed as she was moments ago.
“Uh… I don't know, training? He will probably be here soon, you know how he is.” Sylvain replied with a shrug and a wink, only aggravating Ingrid further.
Felix was doing his damndest not to scoff out loud at his two childhood friends' conversation, finding the fact he had to listen in to a conversation about himself to be annoying. He didn't need to hear people discussing his not completely healthy training habits. That was his business.
“The one time you two aren't glued together, it's for something important… I’ll leave it to you to go fetch him, but the second you guys are done cleaning, let me know. And I better not hear how you two messed around the whole time!” Ingrid sighed in defeat, giving Sylvain one last final glare before turning away. Sylvain watched her walk off as closely as he possibly could to be sure he and Felix were safe again.
“Alright, Ingrid! I’ll go find Felix, and we will get to work, don't you worry that pretty face of yours…” Sylvain called out teasingly before slowly sliding back into the corner Felix was still hiding in and flashed him a wink with a quick whisper, “Okay, handsome, it's just us again. I suppose we should get to work-”
But he was cut off when Felix suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back into their little corner. They were right back to kissing before they had been interrupted. Sylvain didn't resist at all yet again, his arms wrapping around Felix’s waist to deepen the kiss ever so slightly before pulling away with the widest of grins on his face. Felix eyed him up and down for a moment.
“...five more minutes.” He murmured as he pulled the redhead back into another kiss. It was rare for him to be the one to take risks like this, but Sylvain never complained when it happened. His charm was too infectious that someone even as cold as Felix could not resist him.
They kissed for a little more than just five minutes.
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Later that night, Sylvain slipped into Felix’s dorm as he does every night. He was grateful that their dorms were so close, which made leaving and entering very convenient. Most nights they spent together were filled with desperate touches and hushed moans so no one could overhear them. Tonight was no different, starting with Felix on Sylvain’s lap as they made out while trying to get one another out of their clothes. The only barrier they had between them was their trousers, but those would be gone soon enough too.
Felix laid on his back now with Sylvain on top of him, using his elbows to prop himself up. The kisses they shared were long and deep; it was like both men were fighting for control over the other the entire time. But it was easy to get Sylvain to give in; all it took was a few tugs in his hair by Felix, and he was letting him do whatever he wished. It didn't even matter that he was the one on top right now; the dark-haired man had him wrapped around his finger.
Felix’s tongue swiped over the redhead’s bottom lip, resulting in a shaky sigh escaping his lips into his mouth. Another sharp tug. A hand settled on his waist, only making him tighten his grip in his hair and tug again. Any stifled moan Sylvain tried holding back only made Felix feel all the more dizzy.
Someone like him should have more restraint than this, but any reasonable thought he may have had was drowned out by Sylvain, Sylvain. Sylvain.
He reluctantly forced himself to pull away with a quiet gasp when the need for air became too much, a string of saliva connecting their lips only to vanish after a quick kiss. Sylvain didn’t remain away for long, though, letting his lips trail down to his jaw before down to the crook of his neck. His kisses were warm and definitely too wet, lightly sucking on the skin that threatened a bruise but pulling back just enough before he could. He always leaves a wet kiss before moving to another part of the smooth skin.
What a fucking tease. Felix instinctively tilted his head back to give Sylvain more access to his neck, a few quiet moans he couldn’t hold back always escaping him. The more this fool just licked the skin, the more Felix wanted to hit him. Or flip their positions. Either or.
But he didn’t do that; he knew in the back of his mind that it was for the best Sylvain didn’t leave any actual bruises. It would be impossible to explain those and a hassle to have to heal with magic early in the morning. Still, it would be nice if he moved his lips to his collarbone or somewhere he could leave something that could be hidden later.
“Stop that…” Felix groaned as he tugged at Sylvain’s hair, forcing him to look him in the eye. Sylvain only smiled, as if he was simply fanning innocence.
“Stop what?” He teased, his hand slowly sliding down Felix’s side to rest on his hip.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Do I, though? I don't know exactly what you're thinking if you don't tell me, Fe.”
Felix groaned again as his face flushed but watched Sylvain’s movements carefully. He knew what he was doing, and it was getting on his nerves. (It wasn't; he loved it when his lover was like this.)
“Can you do something more useful with your mouth? I’m tempted to make you sleep on the floor if not.” He grumbled, though he would never truly make Sylvain sleep anywhere but his bed. It was the only kind of threat that would work on him because in seconds, the redhead whined and leaned in to press a quick kiss to Felix’s lips.
The kiss slowly turned less like a peck and more deep, this being entirely Felix’s fault for pulling Sylvain down closer to deepen the kiss. It felt nearly impossible to resist one another, not when nights such as these could become fewer and fewer as time went by. Sylvain curled his fingers on the waistband of Felix's trousers, hooking on them gently with two fingers while he tugged it down a little. He did pull away after a while, remaining close enough to murmur against the other's ear.
“You wouldn't do that…” He smiled teasingly despite the pout. “But who am I to deny you anything you want? I am here to please after all…”
For a moment, he trailed off before leaning in to nip Felix’s earlobe. This enticed a quiet gasp from the dark-haired man but a laugh from Sylvain. He loved the little sounds Felix made that he couldn't hold back, sounds he made when he pushed all the right buttons. He should be going a little faster for his lover’s sake, and his own since Felix also looked like he was about to punch him any second. But just a little more teasing couldn't hurt.
“...I’ll even promise to be good too.”
“Are you going to suck my dick or not?”
Felix countered almost instantly, his eyes narrowing into an intense, heated gaze. Finally, Sylvain listened and began trailing his lips down his body. He lingered around his neck and then went down to his chest, taking a moment to suck around one of his nipples until Felix was tugging hard enough at his hair that it resulted in a few more breathless moans from the redhead like before. So of course, he continued to move down Felix’s body until he reached the waistband of his trousers and, in one smooth motion, removed the fabric and tossed it aside somewhere.
Sylvain’s breath hitched as Felix’s cock sprang free, watching as a bit of pre-cum dripped from his tip. This wasn't the first time Sylvain had seen him obviously, but it never did get old. Getting to be the only person ever to see Felix this vulnerable was something he never wanted to take for granted. He glanced up through half-lidded eyes at the other and watched as his face grew more flushed and his eyes grew more dazed. It was a beautiful sight, and Sylvain couldn't get enough of it.
He smiled softly before peppering kisses to his inner thigh, letting his mouth linger long enough for Felix to start making small noises he couldn't hold back comfortably. It was delicious enough that even he could understand why his lover was sick of his teasing. His kisses quickly moved to the side of his shaft, and he heard Felix’s breath hitch quietly from above. He then settled his hands on Felix’s thighs to keep him in place and gently squeezed them before he finally, finally, took him into his mouth.
Sylvain moaned as the taste of Felix exploded on his tongue, which made his flutter shut, while also feeling him lightly hit the back of his throat. His tongue lapped around and under his dick, hollowing his cheeks enough to suck him good. Felix groaned and started bucking into his mouth a little without exactly meaning to. He didn't want to choke Sylvain or anything (not that he would really mind), but his body was seemingly moving on its own. As much as he hated to admit it, Sylvain was way too fucking good at this. Even from all their past encounters like this, Felix always struggled to keep his composure for long once the redhead actually started to get to work.
Just like now: where all he could see was bright, red hair, despite how dim it was in the room, from below in his lap, and it made his head feel like mush. He also felt more sentimental than he usually did too, like if he could keep Sylvain just like this; in his bed and in his arms and just his, maybe everything could be okay. His fingers moved again to tangle into that bright red hair, scratching Sylvain’s scalp more deeply than before, which made him moan around Felix. That vibration went up his spine and made him buck up again, only a bit more intentional this time.
Felix could feel himself getting close; how could he not? As much as he wanted to last longer, it was impossible when it was Sylvain doing all this to him. He found his voice and mumbled, “Sylvain,” as a warning. Sylvain didn't stop, though, only doubling his efforts and moving his hands to grip Felix’s hips to keep him in place.
“Ah- Sylvain,” Felix tried again, trying his best to glare down at the other but completely failing given how flushed he was. Sylvain clearly wasn't intimidated because all he was doing was fluttering his eyes open to glance up at him teasingly before continuing his work. Felix supposed that finishing in Sylvain’s mouth was better than on the sheets and did involve less cleaning after. And Sylvain got the hint that he was close, judging by how he only doubled his efforts to make him cum.
So without resisting any longer, Felix let out a shaky moan before he came into the other's mouth. His thighs shook and quaked against Sylvain’s head, and his back almost arched off the bed, if again, it wasn't for Sylvain gripping his hips to keep him in place. The entire time, Sylvain licked up every last drop he gave him greedily. Eventually he pulled back with a lewd pop and flashed Felix with one of his signature smiles. In return, Felix tugged him up by his hair to make them level enough to kiss. His tongue tangled with his in another heated dance for dominance; Felix’s fingers digging deep enough into the skin of Sylvain’s back to leave crescent-shaped marks that made him gasp, allowing Felix to be in control for a moment.
He took in the taste of Sylvain and himself for a blissful moment before pulling away to flip their positions, making himself on top of the other to continue kissing again. Sylvain had no complaints and gave in easily as his hands moved to cradle Felix’s face. Now it was his turn to make little sounds that made Felix’s head spin.
“Your turn,” He breathed against his lips, watching closely as Sylvain simply laughed quietly and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Mhm… you're sexy when you take control, sweetheart.”
…Felix made sure to keep a mental note of that for later.
He moved a lot faster than Sylvain did. Sure, he lingered around his nipples and took a minute or two himself to suck hard at his skin to leave bruises behind, but he wasn't nearly as teasing about it. While he could and usually did leave bruises that lasted for a while where even magic couldn't really heal completely, the stuff Felix left was massive and lingered for weeks. Magic did almost less than nothing to take care of it. And if it was up to him and allowed, Felix would force Sylvain to wear out those bruises proudly so no one had any doubt in their mind that he belonged to Felix. No girl, just Felix.
Only Felix. Sylvain was only Felix’s fool and not anyone else's. No matter what is said in the future.
But enough of that; this is the last thing either he or Sylvain wants to think about as Felix moves down to suck his dick. His hand movements were quick and efficient in taking off Sylvain’s trousers and were even more careless than he was in tossing them off somewhere. He only nipped at his inner thigh once before fully taking him into his mouth with a groan.
Sylvain was a little bigger than he was, so he hit a bit more at the back of his throat, only making him more determined to take as much of him in his mouth as he could. It was Sylvain's turn to tangle his fingers deep into Felix’s hair to hold him in place. He smiled wide and relaxed a little when they made eye contact.
“Felix…” He trailed off with a moan as his hips buckled up. One, two, three, short movements as if he was just testing the waters. Felix made a small gagging noise but didn't let up, taking it as a hint to suck even harder and hollow out his mouth to take more of him.
Sylvain took this as encouragement to thrust his hips a little harder into Felix's mouth than before, using his fingers to tangle into Felix’s long hair and hold him in place. Felix was a stubborn man, determined in anything he did or put his mind to. Like now, how his grip is deliciously tight on his thighs or how he seemed to want to suck Sylvain dry of everything he was worth. The little furrow of his brow was a nice look too.
“I’m not going to last much longer if you keep this up, babe.” Sylvain teased with another pull of his fingers. It was something light but still made Felix pull off with a groan.
“Good.” Was his reply as he wiped off any pre-cum on his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were a bit watery from the gagging, so any attempts at a glare were far from intimidating.
His mouth was replaced with his hand as he moved up to kiss Sylvain hard, his hand movements being as fast and efficient as anyone would expect them to be. Soon Sylvain was coming all over Felix’s fingers after a few good strokes and intense kisses. Both men were completely spent after that, so Felix got up to go fetch a towel to clean up the mess. Not without someone complaining, though.
“Wait, where are you going?” He whined.
“To clean us up, obviously.”
“Do you have to, though? I wanna cuddle…”
“I’ll be back in a minute, idiot. We can do whatever you want after.”
After a few more whines, Felix managed to find a towel to clean with and whipped himself and then Sylvain down. He wouldn't comment on how he lingered around Sylvain’s thighs and made sure to be extra gentle there. The blissful smile on his lover's face was a nice sight, and he couldn't resist letting out a happy sigh, being pulled into his arms.
They remained like that for a while, somehow both exhausted yet unable to completely fall asleep just yet. Almost as if both of them had something on their minds yet couldn't bring themselves to talk about it. Felix lay comfortably on top of Sylvain, half his body thrown on his chest with his face burrowed into the crook of his neck. Sylvain had always been extremely warm to the touch, while Felix was always colder. They contrasted perfectly together.
Felix glanced up at Sylvain, who was now gently running his hand up and down his side, which left a tingling sensation on his skin. He pressed a kiss to the hollow skin of his throat, a sharp difference to what he was doing moments ago. Sylvain responded in kind and kissed the top of his head. Felix wanted to say something, not to ruin the moment but because it has been something they needed to discuss for a while. If not now, then neither of them will discuss it until they absolutely have to, and that day is approaching closer and closer. With a small sigh to get Sylvain’s attention, he spoke.
“...How long do you think we will be able to keep doing this?”
His words got a reaction out of Sylvain because he noticeably flinched and squeezed Felix’s side. It was something he too thought about from time to time but tried not to because being reminded that all this would have to end sooner or later filled him with dread. He loved Felix, adored everything about him, and would do anything to keep him happy. If only things were just a little bit different, a little bit more accepting, where Felix and Sylvain didn't have to drown in their expectations.
Where Sylvain wasn't stuck marrying whoever his parents decide to pick out for him.
“At least until graduation. Hopefully we will be able to figure something else out after that.” Forever, if it was up to me. He didn't say. Will you really be okay if you become nothing more than something on the side? You deserve so much more than anything I could ever give to you.
“Hm… I suppose sometime after that your father marries you off to someone? My old man can beg for all the heirs he wants, but I’m not marrying anyone he suggests to me.” Felix grumbled a reply as he firmly grabbed Sylvain’s hand and intertwined their fingers together. “And I… I wouldn't want to be with anyone else that wasn't you.”
Sylvain wanted to cry hearing that. He really did. He didn't, obviously, and instead leaned in to press a kiss to the other’s lips. A kiss that was so soft while he cradled the back of his hand and ran his fingers through his long, silky blue hair. He pulled back with a soft smile and brought Felix’s hand to his lips to kiss.
“I love you so so much, Felix. More than anything. I don't care how things turn out, just as long as you know that my heart will always be yours. We made a promise, didn't we? To stick together until we die together?...” His voice was a mere whisper against Felix’s lips, filled with sincerity that was usually so rare for him. He wasn't used to saying the truth after being so used to lying to everyone, including himself, but Felix was different.
He has always been different for Sylvain. He looked back at him with similar feelings in his eyes, squeezing his hand back and kissing his jaw. Goddess, he couldn't give two shits how he had to have Sylvain just as long as he still had him in his life. They were already having to keep this a secret, and that would continue in the future. Even if they had to become more secretive and their relationship became an affair, he didn't care.
Felix couldn't figure out how to exactly word everything he felt in that very moment, so instead he just leaned in to kiss Sylvain. And again. And again and again and again. He would pull away for short moments to mumble, “I love you,” before leaning in again. Sylvain started laughing a little into the kisses but returned them still, holding him as close as he possibly could.
Maybe things would be okay. Maybe they could savor the time they had left, and by some miracle in the future, they could still find a way to love one another. A romantic kind of love and not the brotherly love everyone expects them to feel.
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Things got worse after that night.
A few months later, the Empire declared war against the Church and the Kingdom. Felix and Sylvain no longer had time to worry about silly love and sneaking around in secret. They had to worry about surviving, about possibly not living to see the next day. Five years went by, and neither of them saw each other much, only glimpses in passing encounters and a few battles against imperial soldiers where Gautier and Fraldarius knights fought together. And even then, they barely had the chance to talk alone or share a quick kiss.
But all the blue lions, minus Dedue who didn't return until months later, had their reunion at the Monastery. Even the professor and Dimitri made it despite everyone suspecting them to be dead. Things got a little better then, at least when fighting in the war.
Felix and Sylvain weren't exactly dating anymore, though. Not because they fell out of love or anything, never that, but because they were at war. Again, there was no time for such things. They shared a bed together at the Monastery because Sylvain’s was destroyed in the aftermath of five years of war, and they also shared tents together, but they wouldn't say they were really dating. A few sexual things went on here and there, but again, war. War made people desperate and more attached to the people they hold most dear.
It was fine by both of them to let their friendship turn into this; their relationship was a better discussion to have after the war was over. And if they both hopefully lived to see the end of the war, too.
And they did. The war was over, and the Kingdom won. Felix and Sylvain even let themselves share a real and genuine kiss as a celebration. Now no one would have to fight tooth and nail for their lives every single day, and things could be rebuilt into something better. Somewhere more… accepting.
Not them, though. They were still nobles with duties and no longer teenagers with a dream to love one another in the open someday. That kind of change would take years, nearly decades, to go anywhere and not in a simple two. Two years went by after the war ended, and Sylvain was now being married to a woman whom he met only weeks ago. He fought in an entire war and was used as a shield by his father so he wouldn't be killed, and yet he still couldn't get a choice in who he married. Not that it would matter; he only wanted to marry Felix, and he couldn't bear making any of his female friends marry him for politics.
So he was stuck with this. He was looking into his reflection in a mirror as he got ready to be married in just a few hours. A day he had been dreading for as long as he could remember. He didn't even notice the sound of faint knocking on his door until he heard the person scoff.
“I had a feeling you were hiding in here,” Felix spoke as he took the few steps he needed to make it to Sylvain’s side. Sylvain flashed him an easy but completely fake grin.
“Can't blame a guy, can you? I need to look my best.” The words sounded fake on his tongue, and Felix saw right through him.
He hummed and, without hesitation, reached up to adjust Sylvain’s tie that had been slightly out of place. “‘Look my best,’ my ass. Can't believe I’m still fixing your tie for you… I wonder if this is how Ingrid feels all the time.” He didn't exactly mean to word this as a joke, but it made the other laugh nonetheless. A laugh that always made Felix able to smile a little, even under the circumstances now.
Once the tie was fixed, his fingers continued to linger on Sylvain’s chest until he reached out to grab one and hold it. Felix hated all this just as much as Sylvain did, maybe even a little more than he did despite not being the one who was getting married right now. When he felt Sylvain’s fingers intertwine with his own, he squeezed it and lifted it to his lips to press a kiss to the back of his glove. A rare moment of real affection from Felix that he hasn't done in years.
Sylvain let out a quiet laugh at the kiss, simply reaching out to grab and hold Felix’s other hand in his own. “Some things never change, huh? We could be old and wrinkled and yet you and Ingrid would still find ways to scold me.” He winked playfully while he spoke, using his charms to lighten the mood best he could.
Now it was Felix’s turn to laugh a little and roll his eyes, looking up at the other that could be seen as ‘loving’ in Felix's terms. For a moment, they stared at each other like this until, in unison, they leaned in to kiss one another on the lips. Since there was a chance anyone could stumble upon them like this right now, the kiss was upsettingly short and merely a soft peck. But both of them enjoyed the few seconds they allowed themselves to, ending with Felix pulling away a little and Sylvain chasing after him. It was like they were teenagers all over again, Felix always being the sensible one with Sylvain, who always wanted more.
“I…” Felix started, both his hands tightening in their grips. “...I love you.” He stated simply with a hint of pink in his cheeks, deciding that was the best thing he could say right now.
A flash of sadness went through Sylvain’s gaze as his smile faltered, but he quickly tried to recover it, not wanting to ruin this small moment of happiness for them. He could cry about this all he wanted when he was alone in his bed. He had very high doubts that he and his future wife would be sharing a bed.
“I love you too, Felix.” He whispered and quickly pecked the corner of Felix’s mouth. As much as he would love for them to keep kissing like this, time was limited. With one last kiss, Felix and Sylvain walked like nothing happened. Like Felix was simply Sylvain’s best man and nothing more.
Nothing less.