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[ 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. ]

Edited 2023-07-15 23:54 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[ He can feel that shudder which only causes a grin to come to his face even before Sylvain's hips chase the contact. Another moment goes by to let him adjust since roughness isn't in play tonight - just a desire to make sure he enjoys every last moment as much as that moan lets on. Something Claude certainly wants to hear again as he keeps the same pace to bring that to him.

And, well: no one said he had to make this easy for Sylvain even if he's not going to follow through with his idea from before. On the next pass of curved fingers Claude leans down to place a few open mouthed kisses against that neck he's been offered up, moving down towards the other's shoulder to leave a mark which may or may not be hidden later by a shirt collar, but that'll be plenty visible if it's not. ]

[ There’s a soft hiss of breath as Claude works redness into his skin, a shiver slipping through him. It’s not rough, not exactly, but the fact that Claude takes the time to mark him in the midst of this… it has something fluttering in Sylvain’s stomach he doesn’t let himself think about too deeply.

Instead, one hand slides up to dangle in dark locks, holding him close, encouraging more. Encouraging Claude to take whatever he wants, offering it up with a soft breathless sound slipping free from kiss-reddened lips.

And those fingers curve again, seeking to drive him slowly mad. He rocks into that touch, leg still hooked around Claude’s waist, keeping him anchored there. His own cock is stirring with renewed interest again, but he’s more focused on the movement of Claude’s fingers within him, his mouth on his skin.

It’s heady and intoxicating, and he tries not to dwell on how addictive this has become, this easy and blinding pleasure that builds so easy between them. The fact that he’s come to learn Claude far better and far more intimately than any other lover that’s come before. That he’s already far outlasted all the others Sylvain has let himself dally with for more than a night. This… this wasn’t something he did but he can’t seem to muster the will to do anything else about it except to continue to selfishly indulge for as long as he can. ]

[ The hand in his hair, the sounds - all of them work together to where he's tempted to hide a smile against the other man's skin if it wasn't for that meaning he'd have to break away from what he's hard at work on. Nothing says he can't put that in somewhere else, what with driving his fingers deeper into Sylvain. All of those requests aren't missed, all those small bits of begging he intends to honor. That it comes with bringing the other a slow build of pleasure is the whole point, after all.

This is what Claude's told himself before, anyway. But here with Sylvain rocking against him for more while pulling him closer, the truth of it's harder to ignore. Once upon a time it would've been easy to dismiss as just a matter of wanting to get each other off - a means to an end and nothing else, but with the benefit of some hindsight now Claude can see it wasn't that from the start.

If it had been, there were months before that to keep it as only that. Instead this is what it is: a careful learning of what Sylvain likes from each time they've done this to layer one over another with another thrust of fingers in hopes of an arching back in response, and with far more care than he's offered to many. To few, really, and there's a sentiment behind that becoming more and more difficult to ignore.

For now, Claude channels it to letting that spot on the other's neck go, dragging his teeth across a collarbone for the sensation before starting another one beneath it. This one meant for Sylvain's eyes only when that one doesn't last long either before it's on to the next, leaving a constellation behind where it'll be hidden to anyone else. ]

Fuck.

[ Claude’s fingers are taunting and wicked enough but his lips and teeth worrying redness into his flesh have him shuddering from the sensations, eyes sliding shut with each new mark Claude works into his skin. Each mark a claim in its own right, even if he doubts Claude means it that way. But still, it’s hard not to flush with pleasure when the man moves to make another, trailing them along his collarbone.

His fingers flex in dark hair before he tugs Claude’s head up impatiently for another sharp, nipping kiss. He’s not ready to beg - not quite yet - but Claude does get a husky, growled demand instead. ]

Harder.

[ Every curse that leaves Sylvain's lips continues to feel like a prize, and even more so when he knows he's intentionally testing him. All the more reason to double down on that current mark in progress to make sure this one really lasts in appreciation until he's pulled away.

Hard to protest when it's into a kiss which already has him letting out a noise of his own even before teeth come into play - or that gravelly display of want that goes straight to his cock and reminds him of his own desire. ]

Oh, are we adding my fingers to the list after all?

[ That's said as innocently as anyone can manage while complying with that demand with the next press of fingers as something rougher to mostly mean what Sylvain's requested. Not entirely since they both know that's not how this game works, but of course it's followed by one thrust for what it could be before the next lowers the intensity right back down again. ]

Or maybe I should say already since I did have plans to try this another time.

[ He hisses out a strangled sound when Claude indulges him for one whole thrust of his fingers, working him open roughly before fading back to a torturously slow pace.

He really is the worst fucking tease Sylvain’s ever taken to bed, and that’s really saying something.

He nips down sharply on Claude’s lower lip as he rocks his hips forward. Taking advantage of his position, half-wrapped around the man’s waist, to grind against his cock, feeling how hard he is for him. Taunting him with what he could take, if he’d give up his games for a little while. ]

Fuck me already. Or I’m going to say fuck all your plans and get myself off.

[ That’s not a real threat and they both know it, but he hadn’t missed the sound Claude had made at the last growled command, so this one is uttered with the same husky tone. ]

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