[ And Claude does get the sounds he wants - a moan that slides into a curse and then back again when he finally starts to move, Sylvain's body shuddering at the friction beneath him. He arches into that touch just from the sheer enjoyment of Claude finally doing something, his own cock aching but ignored for the moment - and that's okay, because he's wholly focused on the sensations he's getting from Claude's movements, making everything else fade into the background.
And then he shifts the angle, giving a deeper, firmer thrust and those moans take on a different pitch as he does indeed find that spot he'd brushed with his fingers earlier. Another curse, more vehement this time, and Sylvain drops forward to his elbows instead, if only so he can rest his forehead against the mattress as he presses back, chasing more, encouraging Claude to take what he wanted. ]
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And then he shifts the angle, giving a deeper, firmer thrust and those moans take on a different pitch as he does indeed find that spot he'd brushed with his fingers earlier. Another curse, more vehement this time, and Sylvain drops forward to his elbows instead, if only so he can rest his forehead against the mattress as he presses back, chasing more, encouraging Claude to take what he wanted. ]
Fuck...