[ There’s a soft hiss of breath as Claude works redness into his skin, a shiver slipping through him. It’s not rough, not exactly, but the fact that Claude takes the time to mark him in the midst of this… it has something fluttering in Sylvain’s stomach he doesn’t let himself think about too deeply.
Instead, one hand slides up to dangle in dark locks, holding him close, encouraging more. Encouraging Claude to take whatever he wants, offering it up with a soft breathless sound slipping free from kiss-reddened lips.
And those fingers curve again, seeking to drive him slowly mad. He rocks into that touch, leg still hooked around Claude’s waist, keeping him anchored there. His own cock is stirring with renewed interest again, but he’s more focused on the movement of Claude’s fingers within him, his mouth on his skin.
It’s heady and intoxicating, and he tries not to dwell on how addictive this has become, this easy and blinding pleasure that builds so easy between them. The fact that he’s come to learn Claude far better and far more intimately than any other lover that’s come before. That he’s already far outlasted all the others Sylvain has let himself dally with for more than a night. This… this wasn’t something he did but he can’t seem to muster the will to do anything else about it except to continue to selfishly indulge for as long as he can. ]
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Instead, one hand slides up to dangle in dark locks, holding him close, encouraging more. Encouraging Claude to take whatever he wants, offering it up with a soft breathless sound slipping free from kiss-reddened lips.
And those fingers curve again, seeking to drive him slowly mad. He rocks into that touch, leg still hooked around Claude’s waist, keeping him anchored there. His own cock is stirring with renewed interest again, but he’s more focused on the movement of Claude’s fingers within him, his mouth on his skin.
It’s heady and intoxicating, and he tries not to dwell on how addictive this has become, this easy and blinding pleasure that builds so easy between them. The fact that he’s come to learn Claude far better and far more intimately than any other lover that’s come before. That he’s already far outlasted all the others Sylvain has let himself dally with for more than a night. This… this wasn’t something he did but he can’t seem to muster the will to do anything else about it except to continue to selfishly indulge for as long as he can. ]