[He lets her take that initiative, even leaning his chin up a little more, like a cat asking for more scratches, exposing more of the line of his neck... until Saya pulls back and the moment passes.]
Yes ma'am.
[He hums to himself as he watches Kantera scurry off. The poor man already looks a bit overwhelmed and they've only just begun to build up the tension. This might even be more overwhelming for Kantera than it will be for Sylvain. Well, there's still time for him to fall apart.]
Maybe I can have a brew that steeps at a softer temperature, if you're worried about my impulse control. [As if they would even be here if either of them questioned that.]
[ Saya giggles once Kantera's out of the room. He's cute when he's overwhelmed, and every other time too. But worry not, she can handle him, and has something for that. She knows how to run a show like this, not her first or fiftieth rodeo. ]
Not a bad idea. Did you hear that, my love? [ The latter is addressed toward the kitchen. ]
[ She turns to Sylvain and steps closer, but without reaching out for him. Angling her head and standing on her toes as if about to stretch up for a kiss and leaving the movement incomplete. ] So I don't run aground in there, how near to overwhelmed would you like to get before I invite you in?
[Sylvain would never doubt for a moment that Saya can handle everything and anything about either man involved here. Kantera's comment makes his smile flicker a little wider, before he is fully magnetized by Saya's movement. The suggestion of touch that doesn't quite reach. He knows better and is well behaved enough to not reach back out for her himself.]
[He swallows the temptation to say "whenever you decide you really want me to join" because he knows that demurring will not get him anywhere. He may have his bad habits, but he does learn, especially for these stubborn types.]
Until it seems I cannot take a moment more. If that suits you.
[ Don't you worry dear husband, she's got you covered. You'll enjoy your torment ♥ ]
[ Her smile deepens in ways which would be a challenge to define when he follows his implied order like a champ. He did specifically request look and no touch, at least for a while, and so she'll have your sense of self-control until she decides to give it back. (Her husband's, she captured long ago. Shame she can't keep them all lined up on a pretty little shelf.) ]
[Thankfully for all of them, it doesn't take too long for the water to heat and the tea to steep. Also because we all deserve to get to the really fun part.
Kantera returns with a teacup - not a fragile one, considering - full of assam tea.]
And I do so love to see a master crafter at her work.
[Sylvain feels something wobble deep in his stomach at the way her smile shifts. That he's already started on his way to that special place he goes when someone takes charge of him is visible in his eyes when he turns to take the offered teacup. As he does so, his fingertips do brush against Kantera's. One very small rebellion against the no-touch restriction that Saya has implied to have already begun, but so quick and nearly unavoidable it might not even be a rebellion at all.]
I'll endeavor not to disappoint you. [ Her tone implies that she finds the very idea quite impossible, but the endeavoring will be enjoyable indeed. ]
[ Saya strides through the house like the queen she is, opening the door to a large bedroom that's colored to accommodate her feeding, dark wood and sleek dark bedsheets and a wine colored rug, long flowing curtains. And a plush armchair which she directs Sylvain towards, with a small end table beside. In the corner is a large mirror which Saya covers with a piece of cloth. It's one of those portals from Riki's shop and this wouldn't be the time for someone to walk in. ]
[ She smiles sweetly at Sylvain once he's sitting and settled. ] Make yourself comfortable, now. I'd much prefer we were the only thing making you squirm.
[ Moving back beside the large bed, Saya beckons her husband with an extended hand and a promising smile. ] I have something for you before we get started, dear.
[The room itself reminds Sylvain of a decadent desert- all dark chocolatey colors and berry tones. He does, indeed, make himself comfortable at her invitation, blowing politely on his tea before taking a light sip. He hums approval and sets it aside so he can settle into the chair, making sure he's sitting at a good angle, and his legs are comfortable.]
[Kantera's smile and jolly attitude make him chuckle, though he also has no idea what Saya might be planning, here.]
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[He lets her take that initiative, even leaning his chin up a little more, like a cat asking for more scratches, exposing more of the line of his neck... until Saya pulls back and the moment passes.]
Yes ma'am.
[He hums to himself as he watches Kantera scurry off. The poor man already looks a bit overwhelmed and they've only just begun to build up the tension. This might even be more overwhelming for Kantera than it will be for Sylvain. Well, there's still time for him to fall apart.]
Maybe I can have a brew that steeps at a softer temperature, if you're worried about my impulse control. [As if they would even be here if either of them questioned that.]
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Not a bad idea. Did you hear that, my love? [ The latter is addressed toward the kitchen. ]
[ She turns to Sylvain and steps closer, but without reaching out for him. Angling her head and standing on her toes as if about to stretch up for a kiss and leaving the movement incomplete. ] So I don't run aground in there, how near to overwhelmed would you like to get before I invite you in?
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[Kantera's frankly more worried about his own impulse control than Sylvain's at this point.]
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[Sylvain would never doubt for a moment that Saya can handle everything and anything about either man involved here. Kantera's comment makes his smile flicker a little wider, before he is fully magnetized by Saya's movement. The suggestion of touch that doesn't quite reach. He knows better and is well behaved enough to not reach back out for her himself.]
[He swallows the temptation to say "whenever you decide you really want me to join" because he knows that demurring will not get him anywhere. He may have his bad habits, but he does learn, especially for these stubborn types.]
Until it seems I cannot take a moment more. If that suits you.
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[ Her smile deepens in ways which would be a challenge to define when he follows his implied order like a champ. He did specifically request look and no touch, at least for a while, and so she'll have your sense of self-control until she decides to give it back. (Her husband's, she captured long ago. Shame she can't keep them all lined up on a pretty little shelf.) ]
Just my specialty.
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Also because we all deserve to get to the really fun part.Kantera returns with a teacup - not a fragile one, considering - full of assam tea.]
Here we are. This way, if you please.
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And I do so love to see a master crafter at her work.
[Sylvain feels something wobble deep in his stomach at the way her smile shifts. That he's already started on his way to that special place he goes when someone takes charge of him is visible in his eyes when he turns to take the offered teacup. As he does so, his fingertips do brush against Kantera's. One very small rebellion against the no-touch restriction that Saya has implied to have already begun, but so quick and nearly unavoidable it might not even be a rebellion at all.]
Lead on.
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[ Saya strides through the house like the queen she is, opening the door to a large bedroom that's colored to accommodate her feeding, dark wood and sleek dark bedsheets and a wine colored rug, long flowing curtains. And a plush armchair which she directs Sylvain towards, with a small end table beside. In the corner is a large mirror which Saya covers with a piece of cloth. It's one of those portals from Riki's shop and this wouldn't be the time for someone to walk in. ]
[ She smiles sweetly at Sylvain once he's sitting and settled. ] Make yourself comfortable, now. I'd much prefer we were the only thing making you squirm.
[ Moving back beside the large bed, Saya beckons her husband with an extended hand and a promising smile. ] I have something for you before we get started, dear.
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[Kantera approaches the side of the bed with an equally wide smile.]
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[The room itself reminds Sylvain of a decadent desert- all dark chocolatey colors and berry tones. He does, indeed, make himself comfortable at her invitation, blowing politely on his tea before taking a light sip. He hums approval and sets it aside so he can settle into the chair, making sure he's sitting at a good angle, and his legs are comfortable.]
[Kantera's smile and jolly attitude make him chuckle, though he also has no idea what Saya might be planning, here.]
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[ Saya pulls out a little string and goes to tie it around Kantera's little finger. ]
Promise me that you'll leave this string on until I say to remove it.
[ She smiles sweetly. ]
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I promise not to remove it without your permission.
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[Both the boys are fully ignorant of what the string is or does, it seems. Sylvain simply watches, quiet for now.]