[ Sylvain hums, but its hard to tell if that’s in consideration for Claude’s words or in pleased surprise to have found him already hard and ready under his skirt. Feeling the other man press more firmly into that touch, shifting in against him, has his lips quirking up, pleased, as he finally breaks the kiss. But only to trail his lips back along a stubbled jaw, occasionally nipping at the warm flesh beneath his mouth.
He slips the fabric of Claude’s smallclothes out of the way to stroke fingers along the underside of his cock. Not missing the way his own breath hitches in response, or that his words stutter over what he’d been about to say. Although he’s disappointed you didn’t let him hear that noise, Claude. He’s going to have to make sure to drag the next one out of you.
Still, by the time Claude gets that sentence out, Sylvain’s lips are already curving into a smirk once more. An echoing stroke of his fingers as they curl about the base, a slight twist of his wrist to tease with further friction. ]
Oh, you must have had some very entertaining plans indeed. Now I’m curious. [ Shifting his thigh slightly to rub up against Claude from beneath him, he continues to stroke him slowly, watching his face. ] What have you been plotting, Claude?
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He slips the fabric of Claude’s smallclothes out of the way to stroke fingers along the underside of his cock. Not missing the way his own breath hitches in response, or that his words stutter over what he’d been about to say. Although he’s disappointed you didn’t let him hear that noise, Claude. He’s going to have to make sure to drag the next one out of you.
Still, by the time Claude gets that sentence out, Sylvain’s lips are already curving into a smirk once more. An echoing stroke of his fingers as they curl about the base, a slight twist of his wrist to tease with further friction. ]
Oh, you must have had some very entertaining plans indeed. Now I’m curious. [ Shifting his thigh slightly to rub up against Claude from beneath him, he continues to stroke him slowly, watching his face. ] What have you been plotting, Claude?