[ Other than a twitch against the pressure that holds him to the bed, Sylvain doesn't resist the pres of Claude's hands against his hips. Relishes it, in fact. This is far different from him having to focus enough and keep a grasp on his own control to not move. Having the choice taken out of his hands, however? It was a heady thing, and not something he trusted with many.
Now was just one more exception, as his head rolls back against the bed again, red hair tousled and damp as another strained moan slips free, this one strained and breathless and taking on a new tone now as pleasure builds. Especially when Claude takes him deeper still, which earns the man a stuttered curse, fingers tightening their grip in dark hair for a moment.
He'd be dismayed over the fact that he can feel himself already spiraling towards completion, if this were anyone but Claude. But he'd always been a quick study and it seems this is no exception for him either. ]
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Now was just one more exception, as his head rolls back against the bed again, red hair tousled and damp as another strained moan slips free, this one strained and breathless and taking on a new tone now as pleasure builds. Especially when Claude takes him deeper still, which earns the man a stuttered curse, fingers tightening their grip in dark hair for a moment.
He'd be dismayed over the fact that he can feel himself already spiraling towards completion, if this were anyone but Claude. But he'd always been a quick study and it seems this is no exception for him either. ]
Fuck. Claude. M'close...