[ If you’d told him a single word could have such a profound effect on him in the middle of sex a few months ago, he would have outright laughed at you. But that was before Claude started picking apart all the secret and sometimes undiscovered ways of making him come apart at the seams.
Not even Sylvain has realized the intensity he sometimes reacts to the soft words of praise Claude occasionally murmurs against his skin, or in his ears. Usually by that point, he’s too deeply lost in pleasure, in need, in this game of challenge and teasing they both partake in with far too much passion. He hasn’t made the connection yet, the effect the words have on him, but Claude’s got him pegged even better than he does, and at that one soft word, his body gives a jolt, thrashing slightly in Claude’s grip as pleasure sears along his nerve.
It doesn’t have an outlet, but it doesn’t need one, not yet. Not when Claude finally gives him what he wants and then there’s no time for thoughts, no air for words. Just the fast pace Claude sets as he fucks him in earnest now and Sylvain can only unravel underneath him, caught and held and feeling all too much. Pleas drop from his lips as his body burns hotter, shaking from the intensity of it as it builds, his head thrown back and eyes clenched shut as he rocks along with the other man’s movements, desperate for it, as the moans and cries slip free from red-bitten lips.
It builds so sharply and so fast that he doesn’t even have a chance to give warning, not when it washes over him with enough force to white out his vision. His body tightens, clenching around that next thrust of the man’s cock, his orgasm shuddering through him with such force that he keens as his own cock jerks and spills all over his stomach. It feels like it goes on forever, more intense than before, the aftershocks just as intense and shuddering through him in waves that keep stealing his breath all over again. ]
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Not even Sylvain has realized the intensity he sometimes reacts to the soft words of praise Claude occasionally murmurs against his skin, or in his ears. Usually by that point, he’s too deeply lost in pleasure, in need, in this game of challenge and teasing they both partake in with far too much passion. He hasn’t made the connection yet, the effect the words have on him, but Claude’s got him pegged even better than he does, and at that one soft word, his body gives a jolt, thrashing slightly in Claude’s grip as pleasure sears along his nerve.
It doesn’t have an outlet, but it doesn’t need one, not yet. Not when Claude finally gives him what he wants and then there’s no time for thoughts, no air for words. Just the fast pace Claude sets as he fucks him in earnest now and Sylvain can only unravel underneath him, caught and held and feeling all too much. Pleas drop from his lips as his body burns hotter, shaking from the intensity of it as it builds, his head thrown back and eyes clenched shut as he rocks along with the other man’s movements, desperate for it, as the moans and cries slip free from red-bitten lips.
It builds so sharply and so fast that he doesn’t even have a chance to give warning, not when it washes over him with enough force to white out his vision. His body tightens, clenching around that next thrust of the man’s cock, his orgasm shuddering through him with such force that he keens as his own cock jerks and spills all over his stomach. It feels like it goes on forever, more intense than before, the aftershocks just as intense and shuddering through him in waves that keep stealing his breath all over again. ]