I mean, if you were so curious, you could have just asked.
[ He's still smirking as he watches appreciatively as Claude sheds the skirt and then the ruffled shirt after it. He doesn't miss the fact that Claude's also chosen to leave the boots for the moment, and that just has his grin widening. His hands slide up, over bared hips now as he drinks in the toned lines of Claude's body, fingers following where his eyes graze.
He might have teased him more, but Claude is bending close, hands working that final button free and shoving fabric out of his way as he leans in for... not a kiss, Sylvain realizes at the last moment. He tips his head back as lips tease back his jaw and then teeth scrape their way down his throat, sending shivers of pleasure along his nerves. His breath hitches and then melts into a low moan, fingers convulsing momentarily against Claude's side as he holds him close. He knows there's going to be a mark there in the morning and at the moment? He doesn't even care.
Part of that rush might even be over the fact that Claude's leaving a visible claim on his flesh in the first place. ]
Trust me. [ His voice is more hoarse than he anticipated, raw as he rocks his hips up teasingly against where Claude is still perched atop him. ] I would have accommodated you in just about anything.
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Date: 2023-03-26 01:03 am (UTC)[ He's still smirking as he watches appreciatively as Claude sheds the skirt and then the ruffled shirt after it. He doesn't miss the fact that Claude's also chosen to leave the boots for the moment, and that just has his grin widening. His hands slide up, over bared hips now as he drinks in the toned lines of Claude's body, fingers following where his eyes graze.
He might have teased him more, but Claude is bending close, hands working that final button free and shoving fabric out of his way as he leans in for... not a kiss, Sylvain realizes at the last moment. He tips his head back as lips tease back his jaw and then teeth scrape their way down his throat, sending shivers of pleasure along his nerves. His breath hitches and then melts into a low moan, fingers convulsing momentarily against Claude's side as he holds him close. He knows there's going to be a mark there in the morning and at the moment? He doesn't even care.
Part of that rush might even be over the fact that Claude's leaving a visible claim on his flesh in the first place. ]
Trust me. [ His voice is more hoarse than he anticipated, raw as he rocks his hips up teasingly against where Claude is still perched atop him. ] I would have accommodated you in just about anything.