[ Sylvain remembers two can play at this, as it turns out, and the noise that grind drives out of him is far from subtle. Leagues from it. So is the request which follows, and there's a second where Claude pulls back with a smirk as if he's actually considering Sylvain and like he doesn't already know exactly what he's going to say while withdrawing his fingers. ]
No, you aren't. But I'll admit there was something to impatience on the list, especially when you're showing it.
[ Because the tone is very appreciated even if he's going to not going to rush, starting with unwinding that leg from around him so he can finally remove pants which really should've left a while ago. There's some relief there but not enough, and the same goes for retrieving the oil to slick his cock as quickly as he can be sure it's enough.
Claude isn't intending to stall (for once) but the sight of Sylvain there does it for him as he runs his eyes over the other's body with a terrible rush of fondness he tells himself isn't related to anything at all. That still counts as a delay so one slow stroke of Sylvain's cock with his oiled hand follows as a sort of apology. After that he lifts the leg that'd been around him to against his shoulder instead with a kiss aimed somewhere around his inner ankle as he lines up his cock to sink all the way into Sylvain in one thrust.
It both relieves some of the ache and layers on another which has him calling on all that self-control for what little longer it can last. Because before he gets too distracted he is going to be mindful of that supposed threat from earlier, and with that Claude wraps his fingers around Sylvain's wrists to pin them to the bed with his thumbs pressed to the middle of the other's palms to keep his hands down for good measure as he finally begins to move within him. ]
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No, you aren't. But I'll admit there was something to impatience on the list, especially when you're showing it.
[ Because the tone is very appreciated even if he's going to not going to rush, starting with unwinding that leg from around him so he can finally remove pants which really should've left a while ago. There's some relief there but not enough, and the same goes for retrieving the oil to slick his cock as quickly as he can be sure it's enough.
Claude isn't intending to stall (for once) but the sight of Sylvain there does it for him as he runs his eyes over the other's body with a terrible rush of fondness he tells himself isn't related to anything at all. That still counts as a delay so one slow stroke of Sylvain's cock with his oiled hand follows as a sort of apology. After that he lifts the leg that'd been around him to against his shoulder instead with a kiss aimed somewhere around his inner ankle as he lines up his cock to sink all the way into Sylvain in one thrust.
It both relieves some of the ache and layers on another which has him calling on all that self-control for what little longer it can last. Because before he gets too distracted he is going to be mindful of that supposed threat from earlier, and with that Claude wraps his fingers around Sylvain's wrists to pin them to the bed with his thumbs pressed to the middle of the other's palms to keep his hands down for good measure as he finally begins to move within him. ]