[Sylvain would like to call it lust alone. It would be so much easier if that were the case - Byleth is handsome, someone he'd gladly go to bed with, but if it was a case of simple lust, that would be it. It isn't. It's far too late for that to be the case. It was too late for that to be the case before the assault on Garreg Mach.
He'd like to say it's the outcome of this "game", too - that they're obligated to do this for the Professor's own well-being, but that isn't the case, either. If it was, then he would have called Dimitri and been done with it.
Byleth's hands climb higher over his back, his touch becomes more solid, and he very resolutely does not reject Sylvain - or the idea of him making advances on him in the future. It's all a bit overwhelming, and while it doesn't call a blush to his cheeks, he does stop short a bit, surprised.
He'd expected a rejection. He'd expected some condition if not - like he could only pursue Byleth if Dimitri was also present, or he could only have him when circumstances demanded they should - like now, or like when the moons overtook them.
Not this.]
Of course I don't reject you, Professor. I could never...
[And now the blush sets in - he could never reject him, he could never deny him whatever he could possibly want, he fully intends to pursue him in some way in the future... He's not sure how to handle all this, but it's exciting, in a way.]
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He'd like to say it's the outcome of this "game", too - that they're obligated to do this for the Professor's own well-being, but that isn't the case, either. If it was, then he would have called Dimitri and been done with it.
Byleth's hands climb higher over his back, his touch becomes more solid, and he very resolutely does not reject Sylvain - or the idea of him making advances on him in the future. It's all a bit overwhelming, and while it doesn't call a blush to his cheeks, he does stop short a bit, surprised.
He'd expected a rejection. He'd expected some condition if not - like he could only pursue Byleth if Dimitri was also present, or he could only have him when circumstances demanded they should - like now, or like when the moons overtook them.
Not this.]
Of course I don't reject you, Professor. I could never...
[And now the blush sets in - he could never reject him, he could never deny him whatever he could possibly want, he fully intends to pursue him in some way in the future... He's not sure how to handle all this, but it's exciting, in a way.]