[ There's the slightest tightening of fingers in the sheets at his sides as Sylvain grips them to help ground himself as Claude picks up the pace. His breath hitches as those blazing green eyes lock on his face, watching him, and normally Sylvain would be all for continuing to play difficult, string out what Claude is trying to earn with the same stubbornness the other man is putting them both through.
But he's having a hard enough time keeping a grip on that control right now and that was before Claude's intent gaze locked with his own. Combined with the slide of clever fingers and the sucking wet heat of his mouth, it's a potent combination designed to undo him entirely.
His head falls back on the pillow once more, a shudder sliding through his body that Claude will no doubt be able to feel. A twitch of muscles, quickly aborted before he can break Claude's little dare. Another moan slips free, this one slightly more strained and breathless than the previous one. ]
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But he's having a hard enough time keeping a grip on that control right now and that was before Claude's intent gaze locked with his own. Combined with the slide of clever fingers and the sucking wet heat of his mouth, it's a potent combination designed to undo him entirely.
His head falls back on the pillow once more, a shudder sliding through his body that Claude will no doubt be able to feel. A twitch of muscles, quickly aborted before he can break Claude's little dare. Another moan slips free, this one slightly more strained and breathless than the previous one. ]
Fuck. Claude. More.