[Sylvain knows - logically, because he's been told as much often - that he's attractive. More often than not, though he believes most of that attraction comes from his crest - that's a nonissue here, which has been surprisingly helpful in the weeks and months between arriving and coming to this point, but... that doesn't change how Dedue sees the matter, either.
And for his part, in his opinion, he doesn't hold a candle to the man above him.
He's handsome beyond all belief, yes, but even aside from that, he's so compassionate, so loving. There's an intensity in his face, but it's softened, knowing the thoughts behind it. There's unbelievable strength in his body, but the way he puts it to use is a marvel. There is more scar, now, than unmarred flesh, but each and every last one holds a story of compassion and care, unlike the majority of Sylvain's own.
And now he's in bed with him. Now he's letting him undress him quickly - and he pushes the shirt off his shoulders as soon as its undone, trusting Dedue to shrug it off the rest of the way as his hands make quick work of his pants, pushing them down his hips as far as he can reach before shifting back up again, draping his arms around his shoulders to press more heated kisses to his neck, his jaw, his collarbone while also bringing a foot up to shove his pants down further, past the point where he'd been able to reach with his hands, because he'd rather do that and still be able to continue on with his gentle, insistent affection than to move to finish the job.]
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And for his part, in his opinion, he doesn't hold a candle to the man above him.
He's handsome beyond all belief, yes, but even aside from that, he's so compassionate, so loving. There's an intensity in his face, but it's softened, knowing the thoughts behind it. There's unbelievable strength in his body, but the way he puts it to use is a marvel. There is more scar, now, than unmarred flesh, but each and every last one holds a story of compassion and care, unlike the majority of Sylvain's own.
And now he's in bed with him. Now he's letting him undress him quickly - and he pushes the shirt off his shoulders as soon as its undone, trusting Dedue to shrug it off the rest of the way as his hands make quick work of his pants, pushing them down his hips as far as he can reach before shifting back up again, draping his arms around his shoulders to press more heated kisses to his neck, his jaw, his collarbone while also bringing a foot up to shove his pants down further, past the point where he'd been able to reach with his hands, because he'd rather do that and still be able to continue on with his gentle, insistent affection than to move to finish the job.]