[ They were finally getting started and then Claude had to go back to being a tease, which has Sylvain cursing all over again. When he pulls back, Sylvain tries to chase after, reluctant to release him, but between the way his leg is propped against one of Claude’s shoulders and his hands are still pinned above his head, there’s nowhere for him to go.

He is well and truly caught, for the moment. Unless he does something drastic, anyway. Which isn’t out of the realm of possibility if Claude doesn't start moving soon.

So instead he rocks his hips shallowly, tempting him back, working on fraying those threads of control he knows the other man is just barely hanging on to. His eyes are dark as he gives Claude a challenging smirk. ]

At this rate, ‘impatience’ is going to be the least of your problems if you don’t start fucking me. I might just get bored and fall asleep.