[ Normally, there'd be a 50/50 chance on whether or not Sylvain would actually let that slide. Too used to controlling the situation when he was in the bedroom, he was far more accustomed to being the one giving the orders. But there was something in the way Claude holds his gaze, his fingers warm along his jaw, that has him stilling, the instinctive retort that had jumped to the tip of his tongue dying before he could give it voice.
He licks his lips, throat working around a thick swallow, before he manages a faint nod and a quirk of his lips. As if that hadn't been the hottest command he'd ever heard Claude utter. ]
I think that can be arranged.
[ Okay, so maybe his voice gave away a little more than he liked over how much that had affected him, but his fingers have dropped to tease against Claude's cock once more in a hopeful distraction so maybe he won't pick up on it.
Still, there's something amusing in sliding the soft fabric of the skirt higher up on Claude's hips to get it out of his way as he shifts back down the bed, still kneeling between Claude's legs. Hands follow his progress, skimming a light caress down over hips and then along the inside of his thighs as Sylvain bends to trail kisses up the inside of heated flesh. Teasing closer as he goes.
It's only fair, he thinks.
Still, when he does reach Claude's very obvious arousal, there's no hesitation in him as he slides his hand away and leans in to lick a hot stripe up the underside of his cock, pausing to swirl his tongue around the tip as he glances up the length of Claude's body. ]
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He licks his lips, throat working around a thick swallow, before he manages a faint nod and a quirk of his lips. As if that hadn't been the hottest command he'd ever heard Claude utter. ]
I think that can be arranged.
[ Okay, so maybe his voice gave away a little more than he liked over how much that had affected him, but his fingers have dropped to tease against Claude's cock once more in a hopeful distraction so maybe he won't pick up on it.
Still, there's something amusing in sliding the soft fabric of the skirt higher up on Claude's hips to get it out of his way as he shifts back down the bed, still kneeling between Claude's legs. Hands follow his progress, skimming a light caress down over hips and then along the inside of his thighs as Sylvain bends to trail kisses up the inside of heated flesh. Teasing closer as he goes.
It's only fair, he thinks.
Still, when he does reach Claude's very obvious arousal, there's no hesitation in him as he slides his hand away and leans in to lick a hot stripe up the underside of his cock, pausing to swirl his tongue around the tip as he glances up the length of Claude's body. ]