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[ 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. ]

[ It's successful as he hoped when Sylvain swears and immediately takes the opportunity to move. That's the sort of thing that'd earn a smile if not a smirk outright - if he wasn't a little busy.

Hands moving into his hair to lock into place in something else familiar means Sylvain gets another hum that's more like a muffled moan around him which is further cut off by the rock of hips. There's a request in there - not a particularly subtle one - for more to match the call for it from mere moments ago. That's still far too much talking for what he'd like to hear, even if the rough edges to what words the other can get out nearly drive him to distraction.

There's other goals to attain first and it starts with running his tongue along every extra sensitive spot he can reach on each descent and pull back. All of which happen faster now, even before he doubles down on his grip to lift the other's hips again even further. The test was fun enough, and still important for another time, but making sure Sylvain's only further enjoying himself is an easy thing to place as a top priority. Or the only one, really.

The noises, Sylvain working to keep from moving past those wordless requests for more, falling back on the pillow - even if the eye contact isn't kept Claude does his best to watch, intent on watching and making him unravel all the way to the end. ]

[ He'll get his wish, because now that Sylvain isn't so heavily focused on containing his movements and reactions, it only seems to have hastened how quickly - and deeply - he's unraveling beneath the slide of Claude's mouth around him.

Another few slides of that wet heat, the use of that clever tongue purposefully trying to drive him mad, and he gives up the struggle to resist thrusting up into the other man's mouth, although his grip eases slightly to give Claude whatever slack he might need. Not releasing him, but not risking pushing too far either, when his hips involuntarily twitch upwards to stay buried in that wet heat as long as possible.

He shudders, the sensations shivering along his nerves as the pleasure builds. This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind tonight, but that's easy to forget right now when it's all but impossible to focus on anything that isn't Claude, and how quickly he's already building towards his orgasm. ]

[ Everything continues to work in his favor and it's entirely too pleasing. It's not lost on Claude that much like before, that's because so much of that hinges on Sylvain being pleased. It's not difficult to tell that's the case and just like before, Claude files it all away for later between immediately taking the chance to move, the hands in his hair, and loosening that grip slightly while still seeking him out.

Something Claude lets him do, if only because it provides him a chance to adapt to the rhythm Sylvain's setting whether there is one or not in order to follow along to provide as much contact in each and every movement. That's clear enough as something being asked without words when shivers wrack the other in response - one more thing he'll feel smug about later but can't devote any attention to right now when doing so would mean diverting it away from what's unfolding here.

Which is sliding his hands back around to rest on Sylvain's thighs to gratuitously touch more of the skin within his reach on the descent, then moving them up again to press the other man's hips down into the bed for a small change of pace. This time with intent to keep him in place there - not that he'll put up much protest or prevent it if Sylvain lifts them considering he's enjoying that move every bit as much - all so he can swallow him down further in invitation. ]

[ 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. ]

Fuck. Claude. M'close...

[ There's something in how Sylvain yields to him rather than putting up any kind of resistance like he'd half-expected that does something to him. It rushes through him like a blaze of fire, there and gone too quickly to name but stoked again and again by all those noises slipping free.

That includes hands winding tighter in his hair, one curse gasped after another with his name following, all of it feeling like sparks waiting to fall on another pile of kindling. It stokes a need within him he's trying to ignore to focus on Sylvain because it can wait until later. All that matters right now is cutting Sylvain's last threads of control loose.

One small shift and he leverages his weight against Sylvain's hips to free up a hand, once again wrapping his fingers around what little remaining of the other's shaft is being neglected. If earlier it was about a pace meant to lengthen pleasure, this is about bringing it about when all those signs point to Sylvain being about to tip over the edge. Claude wants that more than anything like it was his own need to begin with, and desire is a powerful motivator. ]

[ He can feel the shift in intent when it happens, even distracted as he is by his own demanding need. His next curse gets choked off into a strained moan as Claude changes strategies on him and this time his hips do buck up against the weight pressing him down - if only to feel the contrast of that. The thrill of the partial restraint as fingers wrap around the base of his cock, tight and heated to accompany the next slide of Claude’s mouth around him.

He’s too far gone to be able to hold off against that, and it’s only a few more strokes of Claude’s tongue before he feels his orgasm crash over him. He has all of a moment to tug at that dark hair in warning before he comes, spilling with another breathless moan torn from his lips as pleasure shudders through his body, leaving him breathless from its intensity. ]

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[ If there was one regret Claude could find right now, the only one would be not getting to fully watch Sylvain as he gets closer and closer. Each noise, that lift of his hips all paint a picture in his mind to fill in what he can't see, and so does the tug in his hair he recognizes even as that choked off moan comes with his prize for a job well done.

Claude swallows and with a couple more passes over the other's cock in hopes of drawing out that pleasure a bit longer before letting him go to subtly wipe a hand across his mouth while sitting up. As he goes he trails a couple of kisses across Sylvain's stomach before sitting up to prop himself up now on his hands against the mattress on either side of the other's shoulders for the perfect vantage point to watch him catch his breath with a smile. It's a sight that's never gotten old, and now's no exception, and not only because - ]

I think that was one of the better compliments I've ever received, though I have to also admit I think that every time.

[ Sylvain gives a small, breathless groan, because Claude’s going to be impossible now for the next day, at the very least. But there’s still a smile tugging at the corner of his lips he can’t quite stifle as Claude props himself up over him to grin down at him.

Which just prompts him to reach up and drag the man down for a kiss, because catching his breath is overrated and even up there, he finds that Claude is too far away right now.

The kiss is slow and languorous, lingering as he gives a light scrape of his teeth against reddened skin. His eyes glint with dark anticipation as he nips at Claude’s lower lip and playfully thrusts up against him again. ]

Mmmmm. Maybe I’ll give you more compliments if you fuck me.

[ As nice as the sight is, Claude's starting to dip down to steal a kiss before Sylvain pulls him in for one. It's too easy, all of this, and easy in a way he's not tempted to overthink it. Not for now, anyway; there'll be other nights of that later like the ones that've come before, and dwelling on them is nothing he wants to do right now.

Especially not when familiar teeth scrape against him in a way which never fails to make a small shiver run through him, and that's before that thrust has his breath catching in the back of his throat at the same time a noise leaves him and gets muffled into the kiss. That and Sylvain's words are enough of a reminder of not only his arousal but the fact that he's somehow still suffering through wearing pants, though he's quick to put on a faux surprised expression. ]

Huh. How'd you know I wanted that too?

[ He's not going to leave any room for the likely smart remarks that'll generate, instead closing the little space between them for one kiss followed by another, reaching then to trail a hand down Sylvain's side to bring his leg up to wrap around his waist. All the better to grin against the other's mouth after the kiss breaks and he rocks their hips together again. ]

Now the only question is how. On your knees is always nice, or there's the desk. Or better yet, [ with one more slow kiss first, ] maybe like this so this time I can watch you come.

[ Sylvain groans around a cheeky grin when Claude rocks their hips together, arching up to meet him halfway. The movement is lazy and languorous, his body still sated and suffused from Claude’s previous efforts. But he knows by now that it won’t take Claude long to stir his body’s interest once more.

It’s been a long time since anyone’s made him feel so insatiable. ]

Didn’t you just watch me come? Your logic is flawed again.

No, my logic is perfect. You know that's not the same.

[ Or it's not the same in intent which is all he cares about right then, even if there's a second where that too charming grin threatens to derail his thoughts a bit. That's before the other arches off the bed in a sight he's come to enjoy memorizing, and it's enough for Claude to shift his weight onto one elbow to catch Sylvain's lower back with one hand before the other man can lay back entirely.

To keep him close while twisting them slightly to one side, something that helps with making sure there's even more contact for another slow cant of hips. Sylvain will feel that skip in his breath, he's sure, considering he's still left enough distance to be able to speak even while making sure their lips brush as he does. ]

There's a difference between when you come with your cock down my throat compared to when mine's buried in you. I've had enough chances to tell, but I wouldn't say no to another one. Just in case.

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