I dunno why you're talking about my plans in the past tense when I'm not. They haven't changed unless you're asking because your deepest desire is to only come once.
[ This feels important to mention even if there's a chance Sylvain hadn't meant that quite as literally as Claude's taken it. They are, after all, doing their best to distract each other. Why not add as many layers as possible to it?
The touch he's offered isn't enough even if it's fair payback for the languidly slow pace at which he's been stroking Sylvain. As much as he'd like to shift again to follow the contact Sylvain gives him, Claude wills himself to stay in place though the fingers he curls into the other man's shirt likely give something away. That'd be too much of a reaction even if he looks down at the other man with eyes half-lidded after leaning back to catch his gaze, though that contemplation's reserved entirely for Sylvain as he pauses with his hand halfway up the other's length. ]
I could always make you guess what they are since you're the one who mentioned there being so many possibilities for the bed. Maybe I'll even let you try whatever it is if you guess correctly.
[ While he's pretending to give Sylvain time to think it over, Claude resumes moving his hand and this time at a faster pace - but also with a far looser grasp so at least half of those touches are too light for anything other than letting Sylvain know the proximity of where his hand is. Or could be. ]
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Date: 2023-03-13 02:10 am (UTC)[ This feels important to mention even if there's a chance Sylvain hadn't meant that quite as literally as Claude's taken it. They are, after all, doing their best to distract each other. Why not add as many layers as possible to it?
The touch he's offered isn't enough even if it's fair payback for the languidly slow pace at which he's been stroking Sylvain. As much as he'd like to shift again to follow the contact Sylvain gives him, Claude wills himself to stay in place though the fingers he curls into the other man's shirt likely give something away. That'd be too much of a reaction even if he looks down at the other man with eyes half-lidded after leaning back to catch his gaze, though that contemplation's reserved entirely for Sylvain as he pauses with his hand halfway up the other's length. ]
I could always make you guess what they are since you're the one who mentioned there being so many possibilities for the bed. Maybe I'll even let you try whatever it is if you guess correctly.
[ While he's pretending to give Sylvain time to think it over, Claude resumes moving his hand and this time at a faster pace - but also with a far looser grasp so at least half of those touches are too light for anything other than letting Sylvain know the proximity of where his hand is. Or could be. ]