[ Hands are fisted in the sheets now as he gasps in soft ragged pants punched out of him with each deep thrust of Claude's hips, purposefully aimed now with the full intent of seeing Sylvain unravel beneath him. Which he is far too adept at, apparently - something Sylvain'll be both thrilled and annoyed at later when he can think again. Moans slip free between gasps of breath as he shifts enough to redistribute his weight better, rocking back to meet Claude's thrusts, body tight and shuddering around him as the friction sends pleasure coursing through him in endless waves.
The sound of his name uttered in that tone, though. It's not that he hasn't heard his name spoken in the heat of passion, but not by Claude and never quite like that. It holds more than he anticipated, although there's no way to pick that apart right now. Not when he's as deeply caught up in this now as Claude is himself. He's made it impossible to focus on anything except the movement and pleasure building between them, and honestly, Sylvain's okay to lose himself in that.
Even if that's a rare experience in itself. He's even a little surprised to find he trusts Claude enough to completely relinquish his control in this. He'd known it would be amazing if they ever got this far, but he might have still underestimated it. It's all he can do to remember how to use his own current position to his advantage to torment Claude just as much - the way he rocks back to meet his thrusts or when he tightens around him in a shuddering clench. The breathless moans that break free, often interrupted by curses and, as they progress further, harder, faster, Claude's name and please mixed in among them. ]
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Date: 2023-04-01 09:50 pm (UTC)The sound of his name uttered in that tone, though. It's not that he hasn't heard his name spoken in the heat of passion, but not by Claude and never quite like that. It holds more than he anticipated, although there's no way to pick that apart right now. Not when he's as deeply caught up in this now as Claude is himself. He's made it impossible to focus on anything except the movement and pleasure building between them, and honestly, Sylvain's okay to lose himself in that.
Even if that's a rare experience in itself. He's even a little surprised to find he trusts Claude enough to completely relinquish his control in this. He'd known it would be amazing if they ever got this far, but he might have still underestimated it. It's all he can do to remember how to use his own current position to his advantage to torment Claude just as much - the way he rocks back to meet his thrusts or when he tightens around him in a shuddering clench. The breathless moans that break free, often interrupted by curses and, as they progress further, harder, faster, Claude's name and please mixed in among them. ]