[ There's a second where that clench around him, the way Sylvain shifts - he holds himself back from getting carried away to make sure it's not too much all at once, that the overwhelming is only on the side of pleasure and not anything else. Ready to wait if it isn't since need, desire, and want can be dialed back even as they blur the edges of his focus away from anything that's not the man beneath him.
But it is, because even though being adept at reading people is a skill he's well honed, it's different when applied to Sylvain. Claude can acknowledge this - to himself - in a hazy sort of way and which he has on other nights past and much like this. All of those gasps, cries, a head thrown back all belong on the list of sights he'll never tire of from the other.
All the things that make Sylvain beautiful amidst everything else that does on a list which seems to grow ever longer. And while these are important entries they're far from the only ones, but it's too difficult to do anything but watch them unfold now.
None of that is a conscious thought, not when he wasn't capable of it to begin with but especially so when one of those rocks of hips erases anything else and it's Claude's own turn to curse in something that's between a gasp and a cry out of his own. Deeper would be a good thing but he forces himself to pull back, fingers tightening slightly around the other's wrists, keeping the same firm pace but not sinking back in. Something that'll do for both of them, for now, with the promise there could be more since there will be even if it's hidden in brushing another kiss to Sylvain's leg against his shoulder.
Just not yet - not with slivers of control still in his grasp, and not when he'd played up pleading and they both know there's more of that which could come in yet. ]
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But it is, because even though being adept at reading people is a skill he's well honed, it's different when applied to Sylvain. Claude can acknowledge this - to himself - in a hazy sort of way and which he has on other nights past and much like this. All of those gasps, cries, a head thrown back all belong on the list of sights he'll never tire of from the other.
All the things that make Sylvain beautiful amidst everything else that does on a list which seems to grow ever longer. And while these are important entries they're far from the only ones, but it's too difficult to do anything but watch them unfold now.
None of that is a conscious thought, not when he wasn't capable of it to begin with but especially so when one of those rocks of hips erases anything else and it's Claude's own turn to curse in something that's between a gasp and a cry out of his own. Deeper would be a good thing but he forces himself to pull back, fingers tightening slightly around the other's wrists, keeping the same firm pace but not sinking back in. Something that'll do for both of them, for now, with the promise there could be more since there will be even if it's hidden in brushing another kiss to Sylvain's leg against his shoulder.
Just not yet - not with slivers of control still in his grasp, and not when he'd played up pleading and they both know there's more of that which could come in yet. ]