"Practice"

Sylvix

(Alt title: Felix didn't know just how good Syl was at kissing)
All criticisms/spelling fixes (idk) are accepted

"Hey, Sylvain, what's the deal with kissing?"
"Hm?"

Sylvain turned to look at Felix, who was curled up on his bed holding one of the textbooks that they'd been studying with.

"Well? Why do people kiss'n stuff" Felix mumbled... putting down the book he'd been holding, crawling across the bed, so he was sitting close to Syl. Shoulders brushing.

"Usually tits" was the only reply the redhead could come up with.

"No! I mean like..u-um why do... what do you get out of it, like aside from, uh, y'know."
"Feels good. Anyways, why do you wanna know?"

Oh, Felix had to explain more,

"Look, you know Annette"
"Of course I know Annette"

"Well um, yesterday, after class she kissed me. A-and I hated it, so I was wondering, why do you like making out with girls?"
"Oh! Hahaha, she was probably very inexperienced, lemme show ya what a real kiss is like"

And suddenly, already against his lips, he cupped Felix's face.
He was so soft, so good, Felix wanted to melt in Sylvain's hands.

He couldn't process what was going on, before it was already over.
And then, they were back at it again.