[ A grin's there and gone in a second after Sylvain speaks, the longest it's allowed before he's drawn in for another kiss. Something he doesn't mind at all since Sylvain is a good kisser, Claude's quickly discovered, or more like an excellent one.

And while he hadn't planned on taking a seat on Sylvain's lap quite yet, Claude puts up no resistance to being pulled down. Something his back will thank him for rather than continuing to lean, as fun as it had been to keep a distance for the purpose of teasing. Convenient that his hand's still on the back of Sylvain's neck since as much as he'd like to wind his fingers right back red hair, he'll forego it now to run his fingers down the side of it, along a collarbone, and then to take hold of the tie still helpfully in reach. ]

Is eventually not specific enough for you?

[ With another slow stroke of Sylvain's cock to make sure all of that focus is still on him as he trails a thumb across the head in what Claude knows isn't nearly enough. Before he can commit to something more, Sylvain's hand finds him and now it's time for his own breath to hitch. The benefit of wearing a voluminous skirt is that it'd hidden all of those noises from Sylvain had gone straight to his cock, but there's no concealing how hard he is now. And one of them might've exercised some restraint, but Claude doesn't bother as he shifts his hips to find more of Sylvain's touch with no hesitation while pulling away from the kiss again. ]

Maybe if you'd - [ pause to swallow back whatever noise Sylvain nearly dragged out of him - ] asked me about my plans for you are, you would've liked that answer better.