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[ Each feeling of Sylvain beneath him is its own version of too much: each shudder, each small sign preceding all those breathless noises asking for more. It's still not please, but Claude's having a hard time caring about that in looking for such specifics anymore. It's too difficult to imagine there could be anything better than this.

There's the clutch of those hands, his name scattered in amidst things making up half-formed pleas and the growing tension signaling the pleasure he wants to build for the other is happening. That last clench around him is almost enough to make him see stars as he thrusts back into Sylvain again, and that's before what's called out. All of it goes to his aching cock, threatens to drag him towards something else to where he has to take a second to catch his breath, paused within him, and focus. But only for a second, since then Claude draws his own ragged breath and leans down to Sylvain's ear to say: ] Good.

[ He's learned enough from their times together to know how praise works on a different level here from all those other compliments offered at other times. Maybe if his mind wasn't so impossibly blank from everything that's not Sylvain's want and how to satisfy it he could come up with something more eloquent to (somehow) draw out more from the other, but that'll be an experiment which has to wait for another time.

Because right now it involves sitting up afterwards enough to be able to see that face he's become entirely too fond of - and the expressions on it when with one squeeze to wrists still in his grip for now as a signal for what's to come, this time the thrusts are finally what the other wanted. Something deeper, something firmer, all with a faster pace meant to claim what's being offered to bring Sylvain whatever he desires. ]

[ 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. ]

[ There's a finite time this can last as they race each other to a known destination, one they've written over and over in new ways to get there. One Claude pushes Sylvain towards with those pleas met with more praise, more encouragement, all of it to encourage that tension building. If his thrusts become slightly unfocused as the intensity of it sinks him into it, he thinks Sylvain will forgive him this when he drives him further back into the mattress, words failing him in favor of cries to match the ones he hears and that look of ecstasy on his face.

He's about to let go of one of Sylvain's wrists to reach for his cock to take it in hand but before he can, Sylvain comes with all that tension tightening around him even more on top of the beautiful sight it is to watch him come completely undone and that moan which says as much as him spilling. It's what drives him, finally, over that edge he'd been resisting when the knowledge of making Sylvain feel like this drags him there. Claude doesn't stand a chance against his own orgasm then after the delays over the night to end up with this moment of Sylvain unraveling beneath him in ways he doesn't think he'll ever tire of. With one last thrust to bottom out he spills into him and the other man's half-formed name on his lips.

After he stays buried in Sylvain, hips pressed to the other's to lift them slightly with each rock into him meant to draw out their pleasure as far and as long as it can possibly go with more gasps than actual sounds from them both until coming to a stop when it runs the risk of becoming too much. There's something else in the affection offered as he catches Sylvain for a kiss and then another. Something to be later clarified in an earring after a loss, but right now it's lost on him in favor of releasing his grip to wrap that previously pinned leg back around his waist, to brace himself on his forearms, then to breaking the kiss to lean a damp forehead against the other's while they both catch their breath in a haze. ]

Told you there was a difference.

[ Peak wisdom right there. ]

[ He gives a low groan as Claude lowers his leg back down around his waist, muscles protesting the position he’d been held in slightly but in his mind it was totally worth it. His body was still shuddering with the aftershocks, especially anytime Claude shifted or twitched deep inside him with his own reactions. It got little noises of pleasure from him any time his body shivered or clenched tightly around the other man’s cock but for the most part, he was just boneless and limp beneath him, still panting raggedly for air.

Although that statement gets an exasperated groan from him as he lifts one of his newly freed hands to push his damp hair back off his face. ]

I can’t believe you just followed up amazing sex with ‘I told you so’. [ He grumps out the complaint. And then rolls his eyes. ] No, wait. What am I saying? Of course you did.

Amazing sex that proved my point, right? Right.

[ No room for a word in there before Claude answers himself with a grin that'd been small at first but only grew wider as Sylvain's complaints escalated. All the more reason to follow that up with another kiss complete with a noise in the back of his throat when Sylvain shivers beneath him, around him and sets off more reactions between them both.

Something to enjoy even more while they come down and he shifts to pressing a kiss to the corner of the other's mouth before moving them to along his jaw as an outlet for more affection. Not that he'll let it or being breathless distract him for long, though. ]

If that's the only complaint you have, I'll take it. Especially because I'm pretty sure it is.

Give me like. Ten minutes. My brain might be working again by then. I’m sure I’ll think of something.

[ He’s not actually trying all that hard right now. Especially with the feeling of Claude’s lips moving along his skin. And the aftershocks of pleasure still echoing between them, drawing quiet, breathless groans from his lips each time another wave hits.

Still a little overwhelmed by the intensity of that, he turns to bury his face against Claude’s throat, blotting out the rest of the world a while longer. ]

Oh, well. Now I'm just counting the time down.

[ Mumbled in a purely teasing tone still against Sylvain's skin since he's too busy on his little mission of covering wherever he can reach with one kiss after another at an unhurried pace. That's until Sylvain moves and he pauses, curious about where he's going until it becomes clear a second later. A fond smile crosses his face and Claude shifts carefully, wanting to avoid any appearance of moving away, especially while shifting to balance his weight differently to bring a hand to the back of Sylvain's head to hold him there as long as he wants to stay.

Rather than run his fingers through red hair as he so often does, this time he runs fingertips and nails lightly over the other's scalp in something like a massage. And he does so quietly for a time, content to enjoy the quiet between them while it stretches on. Eventually, and after he's lost track of time, Claude nudges the side of Sylvain's face with his nose to get the other man's attention before speaking quietly. ]

What do you say I clean both of us up so we can get settled?

That sounds too much like moving. Which really sounds like a terrible idea.

[ Still, there’s a note of humor in his voice as he finally pulls back enough to shoot Claude a lazy, sated sort of grin. ]

I’d offer to help, but I’m pretty sure my legs won’t work yet.

There's a reason I said me and not you or both of us.

[ Teasingly, since Claude's aware Sylvain heard him just fine and knows what he really meant. It's exactly why he leans in for another kiss, too enamored with that grin even if the feeling doesn't fully register and feels like something merely from the afterglow, and then sits up enough to gently detangle the two of them from each other before letting Sylvain lie back.

As for himself, Claude heads to the bathroom and reaches for one towel to clean himself up quickly before tossing it into the hamper to retrieve another one to run under warm water. This one he brings back with him into the room, and the sight of Sylvain there brings back that strange fluttering feeling he can't name.

Something to think about later when right now he focuses on stretching back out next to the other man to start in that cleaning up process, and not without leaning over him for something else important. ]

Promise I'll carry you off to the bath another time, [ is what gets murmured as he closes the remaining distance for another kiss. ]

Mmmm.

[ He smiles into the kiss, one hand reaching up to tangle his fingers in Claude's dark locks, tugging him closer as he shivers from the wet slide of the washcloth over heated, sensitive skin. ]

I'm not sure whether to be insulted at that, or charmed by the unexpected display of romanticism.

Meanwhile, I'm taking it as a compliment you don't want to move. Or can't, as I think it was implied.

[ Murmured right back into that kiss even as he grins back against the smile he can feel before stealing another kiss right after, enjoying the closeness too much to listen to run his mouth. For now. Same goes for puzzling through what's attached to being charming even if normally he'd be all for confirming - something, because the thought slips from his mind a second later when it's tempting to get pulled into one kiss after another as it so often is.

As it so often is with Sylvain, but that has Claude humming a noise of his own before pulling back just enough for something else. Cleanup can wait for a minute for something else he'd noticed while getting up, and it doesn't even require dislodging that hand in his hair when he reaches for the man's other wrist to press a few slow and lingering kisses over the faint marks from his grasp before shooting Sylvain a sideways smirk without looking up. ]

I could offer you a repeat if you want to be sure which it should be.

[ Sylvain gives an almost pained groan at that and flops his other arm over his face, as if the very sight of that look right now is just too much to deal with. ]

I’ve created a monster.

Maybe I've always been a monster and you finally noticed.

[ That reaction gets a laugh sputtered across Sylvain's skin before he speaks, enjoying this far too much. Something easy in ways he never could have guessed some months ago, and something that's only become even more so. Enough so that Claude reaches out with his other hand to tap that arm across a handsome face in the most half-hearted ways of nudging it out of the way so he can fully express how wounded he is. Clearly. ]

I get no credit here. I see how it is.

Oh, I definitely would have noticed that.

[ He lets his arm be nudged out of the way, but only to cast Claude a smirk once more. Because that wounded look isn’t at all convincing. ]

You may be good at hiding a lot of things, but that would have definitely stood out.

Paying attention to me, were you?

[ A question he knows the answer to - or believes he does, what with how it's come up in different ways before and has even on this night. That look Sylvain gives him catches something fond in his chest, a flicker of a partially formed feeling gone as quickly as it surfaces, and nothing that distracts him from his supposed sulking. ]

Shame you didn't look a little closer, then.

[ But - playfully as he means it and it comes out, that still edges too close to things he'd rather ignore. Like how none of this would be possible if they weren't here, and how they've received so many reminders it could all be finite with those who've arrived and left. All of that are thoughts he brushes away with more success than Sylvain's arm to for another slow kiss that's a better appreciation of that smirk than anything else. ]

[ His smirk lingers as he leans up into that kiss, fingers tugging lightly on dark locks once more. ]

Oh, even I knew it’d be too dangerous to look too closely. [ He nips at Claude’s lower lip playfully. ] I always suspected you’d be dangerously addictive.

[ That skirts dangerously closely to uncomfortable truths, too, even if it was coated in a teasing exterior.

Sylvain had always done his best to avoid anything that would be a true threat of going any deeper than surface level. And look where they were now. ]

[ It's a line, Claude thinks even as he grins at the feeling of fingers in his hair and a familiar back and forth banter they've honed leading up to now. Of course it is, and yet.

Yet it pulls again on what he'd set aside in all that fondness he shouldn't let in. It gets harder and harder to remember to not when hearing that, something that'll stick in the endless swamp of his mind to resurface just like all the other times he's meant to let it sink away with other thoughts. Here and now it's difficult to remember why that is, and Claude feels himself coming dangerously close to wanting to.

But that wouldn't be playing the game, would it? Better to lean into it and be in on - whatever it is he won't let himself define as anything but whatever they both see this as as it's been for months. ]

In that case, I think I'm flattered I overrode your sensibilities. Hard to think of a better compliment than that one right there.

[ Sylvain playfully pats him encouragingly on the head with his other hand, letting his eyes close, but he’s still all too smug and smirking beneath the other man. ]

Yes, you did such a good job. Good boy.

[ Did Claude just get that uttered in the same tone Sylvain would use with a puppy? Yes, yes he did. ]

I should really bite you for that one.

[ That's immediately grumbled after he recovers, having taken a second to stare at Sylvain in entertained disbelief even if it's lost on the other thanks to not looking. All the more reason Claude follows that up with a huff meant for Sylvain's entertainment, though so much for closeness: now he pulls back to flick the other man's nose lightly.

The complaints don't stop there, though. Definitely not. ]

That's not even a good threat, anyway, considering I think you'd still enjoy that.

[ Pity him. ]

[ Sylvain peeks a single eye open, adopting a sulking pout. ]

Darn. He saw right through me.

It's almost like I'm known for that or something.

[ All that pout gets is a wide smirk in response since of course there's one to follow it up along with finishing up cleaning despite getting a little sidetracked by teasing Sylvain (frequently). The towel also gets tossed aside after a haphazard look to make sure it lands on wherever their clothes did to worry about later, or possibly after Sylvain falls asleep if he's still awake, but that's to be determined.

What it really means is a perfectly good excuse, even if he doesn't need one, to finally sprawl out next to the other man for good, and not without wrapping an arm around strong shoulders to pull him closer in the process. ]

I already have all your weaknesses memorized, anyway. Makes it a lot easier on me whenever you decide to get a little too smug or pouty.

Me? I’d never do that.

[ Even if he sounds pretty smug as he makes that claim anyway.

He lets himself be tugged, rolling into Claude’s hold, their legs tangled together as he gives a soft, contented sigh. It’s easy to sink into the warm, familiar comfort offered. The contact he’d so rarely let himself indulge in before Claude came along.

Most of his past dalliances would have taken that as too much encouragement. Not to mention, most of them he’d had no interest in staying with any longer than necessary. Just one more tradition the man had turned on its head. ]

How do you know you’ve actually seen all my weaknesses? I could be hiding a whole bucketfull and only dangling a choice few to keep you distracted from the rest.

How do you know I haven't already accounted for that?

[ Fired back just as quickly and with no small amount of amusement behind it, both due to something he'd subconsciously felt Sylvain would answer with and for the possibility of having actually done just what he'd volleyed back as a matching question. Time will have to tell on that one considering he's not about to reveal anything before the moment is right - whatever that ends up meaning.

It's still so nice, he thinks idly, to be able to do just this as Sylvain settles in and that sigh brings a smile to his face while he lets his fingertips sketch shapes without meaning against the other's skin. It's enough for Claude to close his eyes even if he's not ready to rest just yet, but nothing says that doesn't mean he can't still enjoy it to the fullest until then. ]

Besides, I think you just offered yourself up as a puzzle all over again. Rather dangerous to do to someone who likes figuring things out, isn't it?

You might be a master tactician, sir, but not even you can account for everything.

[ It’s said teasingly, even if that smug tone is lingering. His lips quirk in amusement before his expression softens at the familiar feel of Claude’s fingertips tracing nonsensical shapes and patterns against his skin. It’s an absent habit the other man has, as if even when they’re relaxed and at rest he can’t quite seem to stop being restless. Sylvain finds it surprisingly endearing. ]

Besides. I like living dangerously. Keeping you guessing is just an added bonus.

Ugh. I take back what I said about biting you because for that one I ought to kick you out of bed.

[ That's immediately following the mention of master tactician, that unfortunate nickname being something which always gets Claude to crinkle up his face in disgust. Time and distance from Fodlan are no exception to finding it as distasteful as ever. Even if Sylvain can't see his reaction, it won't be lost in how that's said, at any rate. ]

And what was it you'd told me earlier, that you're not a puzzle? Something about that doesn't seem to match up here.

[ All affectionately - even if he still doesn't buy whatever sidestep Sylvain had given him earlier - and with turning his head enough to press a kiss to the other's forehead. ]

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