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[ 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.

Hmmmm. I’m not sure I believe you.

[ The words come out slightly more strained and breathless than he’d intended, only emphasized by the feeling of Claude’s fingers splayed against the small of his back, dragging him closer as he maneuvers them just how he wants. Considering Sylvain is still feeling pretty boneless, he’s more than happy to let the other man do pretty much whatever he wants right now.

He does wind his arms around Claude’s neck and squirm closer, however, grinding against the arousal now rocked against him with each cant of Claude’s hips. ]

What difference is there? Enlighten me.

Who says I don't plan to?

[ That little quiver of strain in Sylvain's voice is such a good sound. It especially is when it's hidden (or there's an attempt to hide it even if said attempt doesn't work), but it being there and present is far better. Combined with the other man moving closer and eliminating more of the space between them, it's enough for Claude to steal another intentionally short kiss in what's the least subtle way of using it to muffle a contented noise into the other's mouth at the languid pace they've set. ]

I think you'll like the results of being shown possibly even more than merely being told about it. At least, that's what all those times of fucking you until all you can say is please have taught me. You'll have to see if that's in your future tonight.

[ Or maybe he'd be willing to share with a little convincing first - that's all part of the game, after all. ]

[ The real question always comes down to whether or not Sylvain has the patience and energy to weasel an actual answer out of the man or if he just says fuck it and enjoys what he gets.

Considering he’s still feeling pretty boneless and lazy right now, he nips sharply at Claude’s lower lip at the same time as he rocks his hips up to grind against him, teasing friction against the hardness he can feel pressed against him. ]

Show me, then.

[ This particular friction gets a far louder noise from him, both because it is louder and because the kiss breaks so teeth sink into his lip. That's all the encouragement he needs.

Regretfully, he does have to follow that up with partially peeling away from their close embrace. Where some of that closeness was lost on him before with how they'd gradually wound around each other, it's quite apparent now as he reaches over to rummage through his nightstand drawer. A second later his fingers close around the vial he's looking for which means it's back to leaning over Sylvain before stealing another brief kiss. ]

What's that saying again? Good things come to those who wait?

[ Probably not a promise for this particular time when it comes to waiting a long time. Claude will just keep that little test from before in his metaphorical back pocket for later and instead uncaps the oil to slick a couple of fingers before setting it aside.

With his other hand he resettles Sylvain's leg around his waist before sliding those fingers into him in a slow stretch. Maybe there'll be a little bit of a wait. ]

I mean, I did already come once tonight. If you really want to wait, I can roll over and go to sleep and we can pick this up again tomorrow…

[ That threat might have been more convincing, if Claude hadn’t chosen just then to slide a pair of slicked fingers inside of him. The noise that earns is long and low and strained, his head falling back as his body arches into the touch, the stretch of muscles around the intrusion. Fingers clench involuntarily against Claude’s shoulders and he gives a low curse under his breath. ]

You know, there’s something to be said about impatience and passion, too, you know.

[ There's nothing about Sylvain's suggestion he might roll over that Claude buys, even with the obvious indicators it's untrue. But Sylvain's mouthiness (and that they're equally matched there) is something he's come to enjoy in all facets, and something he finds he always wants more of if he can get it.

But those noises are the best kind of distraction as are all those feelings of the other man taking him in even if he's just started, and so is getting to take in his expression. It's more than enough for Claude to give into the temptation to lean down for another kiss while letting Sylvain adjust. ]

You don't think we've covered both of those already? [ A hum goes with that like it's something he has to deeply contemplate. It might even suggest he'd be willing to stop to do so, if it wasn't for withdrawing his fingers and thrusting them back in just as slowly as if there's a decision to be made on pace - and like he hasn't chosen it without saying so. ] I'm wounded, especially on the passion aspect. Sounds more like a challenge to make you feel it even with the waiting.

You were the one that claimed there was a difference here.

[ That comes out a little more strained and breathless than he’d intended, but those fingers had withdrawn and then slid back into him again, almost distracting him entirely. He rocks back into them, making a frustrated sound at the deliberate slowness Claude’s now employing just to be a fucking tease. ]

I just thought it would fit your experiment to see if that had different results, too.

[ That’s absolute bullshit. He just hates waiting for anything.

Unless he’s on the other end of the teasing, of course. ]

There is a difference. I wasn't just talking about tonight so think more, say, in general.

[ Not that he's counting on Sylvain being able to recall them - or being able to think at all. That needy rock of hips earns him Claude curving his fingers, but only for a couple seconds before withdrawing them again. He'll consider that again the same as he considers adding another finger and then decides against it just yet. ]

If you think I've forgotten about how nice it sounds when you're impatient, you're incorrect. [ Including right now in slivers of what it could be eventually, but. There's possibly an incremental increase in pace for the next thrust of his fingers since he didn't promise anything about impatience before (or now, or later). ] That factors into when all you can manage is my name and please. But if you're asking if I could get the same result with my fingers? We could always find out.

[ That's said with an assuredness which says he fully believes the answer is yes. ]

[ Sylvain manages a not-at-all-convincing scowl at that, a moment after his breath hitches at the curve of those fingers - and then the immediate taunting withdrawal of them. ]

I’m pretty sure there is nothing that could be considered ‘in general” about me at all, thanks. I’m insulted you would imply otherwise. [ He’s not. The huffy indignation is completely fake and entirely for effect. But Claude will know that.

If he’s lucky, Claude will also eventually get annoyed that he’s talking too much and pick up the pace to shut him up. ]

Besides. You’re getting farther away from your name and any begging, not closer.

I don't know about that one. You might be saying farther away when it comes to words, but I promise you the rest of you is saying anything but.

[ He's going to ignore anything about ranking someone as mundane by way of in general aside from a grin over it that perhaps turned fonder at the feigned huffiness. But the rest? That Claude absolutely means since all signs point to exactly what he'd said.

Enough for him to drop (some of) the contemplation in favor of pulling his fingers back once more as he leans down to speak into Sylvain's ear in a murmur. ]

Don't think I've ever forgotten how to make sure you do both.

[ Tempting as it is - extremely tempting - to see if he can make Sylvain unravel from this alone, that's yet another idea Claude files away for another day. This time he does add a third finger in as he slides them back into the other with intent, now finally moving at a faster pace to seek out exactly what that needy lift of hips had asked for. ]

[ That husky murmur in his ear has a shudder slipping down his spine, muscles clenching involuntarily in response around the press of additional digits inside of him. He tightens around the stretch, even as a low groan slips free of his lips. Head falling back once more, he arches into that touch, rocking down to meet it, encouraging more.

He’s definitely not giving Claude the satisfaction of the words just yet, despite what his body might be begging for. Although his hitching moan probably says more than enough all on its own. ]

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