[ Oh, it was noticed. Even though Sylvain's hands on him and all of those touches are distracting in the best ways, they aren't enough for Claude to forget that telltale swallow or the change in his voice that pointed to something different than 'I think' suggests alone.
Those details are filed away for later but still within easy reach to pull out again with all the others he's picked up. For now it's enough to watch the hands moving over him with far too light of a touch for his liking as Sylvain works a trail with his mouth to a destination. The end isn't quite the obvious but the tongue working over him more than earns a moan as his thighs tense in lieu of lifting his hips again. At first, because when Sylvain's tongue moves across the head of his cock there's the slightest shift suggesting it's barely being resisted.
And just as importantly: that heated look he receives is a problem because he knows Sylvain knows exactly how effective it'll be, and now the smallest groan of frustration escapes him even if he might regret giving that way. ]
Now who's being a tease?
[ Claude knows that's the point. It's not going to stop him from lightly complaining to spur the other on like they both aren't enjoying this, or from winding his fingers into the fabric beneath his hands rather than putting them into Sylvain's hair again. Not without more first. ]
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Those details are filed away for later but still within easy reach to pull out again with all the others he's picked up. For now it's enough to watch the hands moving over him with far too light of a touch for his liking as Sylvain works a trail with his mouth to a destination. The end isn't quite the obvious but the tongue working over him more than earns a moan as his thighs tense in lieu of lifting his hips again. At first, because when Sylvain's tongue moves across the head of his cock there's the slightest shift suggesting it's barely being resisted.
And just as importantly: that heated look he receives is a problem because he knows Sylvain knows exactly how effective it'll be, and now the smallest groan of frustration escapes him even if he might regret giving that way. ]
Now who's being a tease?
[ Claude knows that's the point. It's not going to stop him from lightly complaining to spur the other on like they both aren't enjoying this, or from winding his fingers into the fabric beneath his hands rather than putting them into Sylvain's hair again. Not without more first. ]