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[ He hums thoughtfully at that, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling and away from Claude's smirk, as if he has to think that over. He doesn't pull away from that touch to his chin, however, amused smirk lingering about the corner of his lips. ]

I do vaguely recall you rating slightly above my hand. I think. But my memory could just be faulty...

[ For that, Claude sits back enough to hold himself up by kneeling while trying to avoid looking too amused (even if he is). That allows him to run his now free hand up Sylvain's side, trailing a couple fingertips here and there, and all the better to slide over over a pec and right down to tweak his nipple through the fabric. ]

I should leave you with your hand and your imagination after all for that.

[ It's an empty threat meant more to tease than anything serious. Tempting as it is to continue with that teasing with some more minor dramatics, they both know his ego will survive. One all too brief kiss it is before he lets go of Sylvain to sit up and arch an eyebrow. ]

Lie back and pick how you're going to stay.

[ He's still counting on winning his wager, but might as well let Sylvain get comfortable first before testing him. ]

Mmm, there's a reason I waited for you in your bed, after all.

[ Sylvain's smirk stays sly and smug, even though he squirms at the sharp tweak, making a face at the other man. He's still playing along, however, so he slides down the bed until he can prop his hands behind his head as a makeshift pillow.

They are definitely touching the bed. Just maybe not how Claude expected them to be. On the plus side, it stretches out his torso to show off his taut, toned muscles beneath the hem of his shirt that slid up when he slouched down lower on the bed. He's hoping that suitably distracts Claude from being difficult about it. ]

Bold of you to think I wouldn't just kick you out of it if I wanted to.

[ This is, of course, said with no shortage of dramatics to it as if the thought had ever actually crossed his mind. It could, but it's not at this point in time.

Not when the other's shirt rides up which is a distracting little tease indeed, and one that becomes more so when he knows what's beneath the rest of the fabric. Claude's reaching for the hem with the intent of moving it out of the way - before something far more pressing catches his attention, and it's not whatever's pressing against that leg he has wedged between Sylvain's as he tsks. ]

I take it back. It's far bolder of you to think I'd let you do this with any kind of shortcut.

[ Like technically obeying by having hands on the mattress but giving himself something to hold onto in the form of his hair, which absolutely won't do. Claude changes the course then to pull Sylvain's hands out from their hiding spot to set them palms down on the mattress next to his hips with yet another smirk. ]

That's better. No more cheating.

That wasn't cheating. My hips and my hands were both very much on the mattress. That was your stipulation. No take backs now.

[ His smirk is fully smug as he just watches Claude from where he's reclined. He hadn't missed the fact that he'd almost successfully distracted him, and he notes that for later. Useful information, he thinks.

But for now, he just splays his hands atop the sheets, in clear view, just so Claude can't accuse him of continued cheating. Although he does grind down against that knee between his thighs a little - all without ever lifting his hips off the mattress of course. ]

Besides. You like my boldness.

Was it? Do I?

[ Both of those are said in a tone befitting the look of deep consideration he puts on while looking up at the ceiling as he sits back after asking them. It's all for Sylvain's entertainment considering that just because they both know the answers to those questions, that doesn't mean Claude's going to say them aloud.

His attention's pulled back by that bid for it. Even if Sylvain's technically obeyed, he's still going to put his hands on those hips to pin him in place as his smirk returns. That's far more interesting. ]

Impatient, are we. [ There's a quick second of calculation which happens before he dips a couple fingertips of each hand beneath Sylvain's waistband - all the better to slowly run them along the fabric to meet in the middle towards the fastener. ] I'm sure there's a way boldness could work out for you if that's the case.

Mmm. I could always flip us over and just fuck you. I feel like that would still work out well for both of us.

[ Not that he's going to right now. No, he'll let Claude take the reins, see where this goes. He's still not sure this is the best way to get him out of his head, but despite Claude's accusation, for this he can bide his time. ]

That'd be impressive if you could manage to do it without leaving the bed.

[ Claude's careful to say this like it wouldn't be all that impressive even if it'd defy the logistics - or just that all important test he's put out there. If not for that, that's an offer he'd take Sylvain up on at any time. Or consider it, anyway.

Tonight's an exception to either when he moves to toy with the fastener to the pants still in his way rather than undoing them in favor of letting his fingertips tease sensitive skin for a few seconds. That's delaying the inevitable, though, so after brushing Sylvain's shirt up a little higher - just to enjoy the view he didn't get to earlier - Claude reaches to tug the other's pants down to strip one more layer away. ]

Maybe I'll meet you halfway and ride you. Only if you ask nicely, of course.

Do I seem like I'm in the mood to ask nicely tonight?

[ An eyebrow arches as he tries very hard to keep the smirk from twitching back into place on his lips. He watches Claude's movements with a dark gaze, not rising to the bait of him playing and dragging the moment out. At least, not until he moves to tug his pants down and out of the way. ]

Perhaps we should have taken care of this part before you forbid me from lifting my hips off the bed.

No getting ridden for you, then.

[ Fired back without any hesitation to that question - mostly because Claude could've predicted that response and it's too easy to keep it going with that barely suppressed smirk. He's tempted to sigh heavily for the full effect, except then it's too easy to arch an eyebrow at what follows. ]

Forbidden for you, but not for me. [ Time to let go of his grip in a demonstration. Claude slips his hands back and beneath the waistband on the other side for a very gratuitous grab of his ass while sliding Sylvain's pants down farther, complete with a small lift of the other's hips to get that point across in the same motion. ] See?

[ Not that he's about to let Sylvain dwell too long on that loophole he'd left for himself since it's not meant to be the focus after withdrawing his hands with the mission of removing all layers (except the shirt still taunting him) complete. What is is wrapping his fingers around the other man's cock for a light stroke with a slight twist to draw out the contact. ]

Now we've reached the point where your hips officially stay put.

But maybe for you.

[ Sylvain counters that threat with a play at an innocent look, even though he doesn't bother to make it all that convincing. Claude knows him far too well for that.

However, he doesn't have much of a chance to continue to sass at him - even if that grab at his ass would have normally earned some sort of sarcastic or flirty comment - because Claude has his pants off and fingers wrapped around his cock so swiftly that Sylvain is actually rather proud of the move. ]

As long as your hand and your mouth don't. [ He shoots this back instead with a smirk, managing not to sound too affected or impatient. ]

[ There's the faintest raise of an eyebrow at the notion of any riding being turned around on him, and it's a motion that belies his (substantial) interest in it happening. Some of the eyebrow raise might be for Sylvain pretending like he's not responding to that very light touch, something else that could be even more direct.

It's tempting. After all, he's being outright invited to in so many ways. Ones which he'll get to in a few, but predictably not without some additional steps in between there first. ]

I have noticed how fond you are of me running my mouth a few times now. Seems only fitting you'd rather keep me talking than anything else since that counts as the movement, right?

[ One more stroke in a repeat of what he'd just done for good measure and just to provide some support for making it seem like this really is what he has planned. Tonight's not about teasing Sylvain for long, however; that's something he'll set aside for another night all depending on how the other man does with that hands and hips requirement.

With one last smirk - for now - Claude leans down to take Sylvain's cock into his mouth. Sort of, since his focus is on the head only with his length yet to follow. This time the intent behind it is lavishing attention rather than testing impatience as he lets his tongue trace over the tip in slow motions to start with a glance flashed up to towards the other's face.

After all, those reactions will determine how quickly he advances - not that he's going to stop to tell Sylvain as much instead of letting him figure it out. ]

[ Sylvain gives a low groan - both at that comment and the slow stroke around his shaft, eyes sliding closed for a moment as he takes a deep breath. Bracing himself, maybe, or just reaffirming the grip he has on his own control. He really isn't good at biding his time or obeying orders, but for Claude, he'll try. It's not as if he isn't offering a pleasant enough diversion in temptation for doing so, after all. ]

I'm positive my preferences have nothing to do with how much you tend to talk. In or out of bed.

[ One eye peers open at that, mischief glinting in the dark orb. It's just in time to watch Claude lean down and take him into his mouth with that knowing smirk and he hisses in a breath as warm heat closes around him, tongue teasing against sensitive skin. His groan takes a deeper timbre this time, but he keeps his eyes open, wanting to watch. And other than the faintest twitch in reaction, his hands and hips remain where they're supposed to - for the moment. ]

[ He'd answer that if he could just to prove a point, but he's rather occupied. There's the slightest pause when it seems like Sylvain might move just to watch and see if it might happen, but that's the extent of the movement. Interesting, he thinks as he sets his free hand back onto the mattress after lifting it to potentially steady as needed.

Now Claude has to consider his own wager: it would be rather gratifying to make Sylvain's willpower in complying up and vanish in seconds flat, and it'd be far more than a small compliment to his ego on top of that. That's quite the temptation, but in nearly the same instant he decides it's one that'll have to wait. For later, if not another time entirely.

That's not to say he's not going to have some fun here in the meantime. If Sylvain wants to watch, then he can make sure there's something to. Which is why Claude waits until he catches the other's gaze before giving him a slow wink and taking him a bit further into his mouth to continue those slow, deliberate attentions now down to part of his length.

It's likely not enough and he knows it. While those groans were encouraging Claude also knows Sylvain has other reactions he could give, so call it establishing more of a trade. It also might be closer to trading than not, but he's going to make sure the other enjoys it rather than making it purely a tease. For now. ]

[ But he’s not going to make it too easy on the man. That’s only fair, right, considering how often Claude turns that logic on him?

He bites down on his lower lip as Claude takes him deeper, cock hardening further within that wet heat, so Claude will likely know he’ still affected, despite the fact that there’s no answering sound in reaction. Well, except for maybe the faint increase of strain to his breathing.

In fact, he makes himself relax, eyes locked on Claude’s face, smirking faintly when the man has the audacity to wink at him. If he’s going to give him a show, then Sylvain is going to enjoy it fully. ]

[ No sound isn't going to work for him - not even that small change in breathing is enough, satisfying as it is along with being able to tell Sylvain's harder than before he'd somewhat advanced down his shaft. That means it's time to exercise that loophole again to have a little added fun as this time when he gets back to the head of the other's cock he lets it slip out from between his lips as he sits up but not quite fully - just as a reminder of what he could be doing. ]

Don't worry, I know you missed the sound of my voice. [ Said with deep concern while he makes up for the lack of contact by shifting the hand he'd had wrapped around the base of Sylvain's cock to bring it up his length in a much firmer stroke than the lighter ones before. As he pretends to appraise the other man's face - a poor disguise for blatantly checking for any reaction - he lets his thumb trail across the head. ] If you're going to be quiet then one of us has to make noise, don't you think?

[ The question ("question") is hardly out of his mouth before he moves back into a steady pace with his hand along Sylvain's cock. He's helping, after all, even if it's not what was requested just to see what might happen. ]

By the fucking Goddess, Claude.

[ The exclamation is both amused and exasperated in equal measure.

He picks his head up - because Claude had conveniently not made any stipulations about that - and gives the man a playful glare. ]

I'll miss your voice later, but at this rate if you keep not holding up your end of this 'test', I'm going to say fuck it, roll us over and take what I want.

[ Claude should be aware by now that that's probably not an idle threat, either. ]

[ It's extremely difficult to avoid laughing at Sylvain's exasperation though he manages it, keeping that same even sort of smile on his face as the other sits up and he keeps his hand moving. Impatience is as good as anything else since his smile grows wider at what he recognizes is a real threat - but the good kind in that it'd still work out for everyone if it came to pass.

That isn't in his plans for tonight, not even if it's rather tempting based on those times Sylvain's taken control before, but for the sake of it Claude pretends to consider this momentarily. ]

Well, if you're saying you'd rather up the difficulty level for your test, then...

[ He trails off given the obvious conclusion there - and that he means to comply with it. Still: with patience tried enough he slide his hand back down to the base of Sylvain's cock and takes more of it into his mouth now with no hesitation. No teasing either as there's no wait before he resumes his attentions, and this time when he pulls back it's followed by an immediate slow bob back down ending with taking more of his length into his mouth, a motion he means to repeat each time if it adds to Sylvain's pleasure. ]

[ Claude gets his wish in that Sylvain doesn't try to be quiet this time. Head falling back to the pillow, the groan that escapes him is low and strained, sliding out on a ragged exhale as that warm wet heat slides around his cock again, combined with the slow, sure stroke of Claude's fingers.

The double assault slides along his senses, sending pleasure sparking along his nerves and muscles twitch beneath Claude's weight but otherwise he doesn't shift so much as an inch. Although fingers might twist and curl in the sheets beneath him as he drags in another lungful of air. ]

Fuck.

[ That groan is like music to his ears. If he could smirk at this very moment he would, but Claude's used pulling back one time too many to interrupt right now. Something which works fine since he can still get the point across with an even slower stroke of Sylvain's cock for emphasis before he resumes the pace he'd already set.

The sheets being wound into Sylvain's fingers is something else pleasing to go with the other man actually - for now - holding still. It's then Claude notices he's leaned a bit of his weight onto Sylvain, however, and that simply won't do.

Without interrupting himself he's careful to shift to balance himself on an elbow rather than the other's body at the same time he runs his tongue along sensitive skin, intent on earning more of those noises. And not too make it too easy for hands or hips to stay in place, of course. It's still a test, sort of, even if the actual reward is getting Sylvain off as he moves further down his length. ]

I think...

[ Dammit, he's usually better at keeping his voice more even than that, even in the middle of something like this. It had been another weapon in his arsenal, finely-honed, but apparently it's one more precaution rendered useless where Claude's concerned.

He tries again anyway. ]

I think you're getting better at this. It's almost as if you've been practicing.

[ Does the number of times they've done this now count? Likely. Or maybe he's just trying to give himself something to focus on while Claude's clever lips and tongue continue their slow assault in driving him completely mad.

But he doesn't move, so he's still claiming the win. ]

[ It's a shame he wasted that wink earlier - not that it was really wasted - because when he looks up that would've been the perfect time for one, really. He'll have to settle for expressing that with a hum down the length of Sylvain's cock. Practice is one word for it, if it includes all of the times they've traded moments like this and then some.

Something Claude's not been examining closely what with intentionally putting it to the side each time it's crossed his mind; to do otherwise feels like it'd be inaccurate in reading more into this than it likely is. Nothing about that changes the pieces of the rapidly dawning realization from hitting him each and every time he brushes it off that maybe he's not alone in putting more to and behind this.

Maybe later he'll think of that more in depth, but for now, after he reaches the head of Sylvain's cock again, this time Claude glances up whether there's a chance of catching the other's gaze or not right before he hollows his cheeks to up the intensity yet again for another descent. A faster one this time, not that he wasn't enjoying pulling all these reactions out of Sylvain, but that voice was still far too calm for his liking even with being affected creeping into it, and he picks up the motions with his hand to support it.

And: he finds Sylvain might have a point about missing hands in his hair for the added contact since he's still carefully not pinning the other down in anyway, but. That'll have to wait. ]

[ 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. ]

Fuck. Claude. More.

[ There's small tells of Sylvain's resolve fraying even as the other man holds onto it with tenacity Claude has to respect. It also makes him want all the more to break it, to give Sylvain a reason to give into all those unfinished movements of hands and hips - to not stop at any of it.

And he will, eventually, because that plea for more erodes some of his own intent in drawing things out and threatens to derail his focus. Only for a second considering he has more plans; they start with a hum of acknowledgement from him that despite keeping the intensity the same, he did hear. There's still more attention to lavish on the other man first and that's what he does without the intent of teasing behind it this time - just all those careful attentions clearly bringing Sylvain pleasure.

Reward is still part of this, too, and especially when it comes to how patient the other's been in managing to play along with that test. Now he lets go of Sylvain's cock to run his hands up thighs, across hips, and across the other's lower back. All in one motion and without delay when he finishes by grabbing Sylvain's ass again. This time it's not (only) to appreciate skin and muscle beneath his hands but to lift the other's hips slightly while taking him deeper in implicit permission granted to no longer stay still. ]

Fuck!

[ The word comes out strained, half-moan and half-hiss, because his control had been hanging on by a thread. But Claude's hands lifting his hips have the very deliberate result of pressing him even deeper into the man's mouth, until he can feel himself nudging against the back of his throat. It snaps the last of his control entirely and he really hopes he's not misreading that permission because his hands immediately follow, reaching down to roughly tangle in Claude's hair. He grips, both for needing something to ground him, but also to guide slightly at the angle Claude next sucks him down and that's enough to get a wanton moan of a whole new timbre as his body shudders in reaction.

Breath now coming in ragged pants, his hips rock up to meet the next movement of his head, fingers maintaining that firm grip in Claude's hair. Keeping him right where he wants him. Nails scraping lightly against his scalp. ]

I'm going to... take that as confirmation I passed your test. [ He pants the words out, managing to glance down from beneath thick lashes, eyes dark and hooded and hungry. Not that he can hold the eye contact long, because the next slide of Claude's mouth has him hissing out another soft curse, struggling not to buck up and bury himself deeper still in that decadent heat sucking him in. ]

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