[ Each moan of Sylvain's is met with one of his own, each please with another thrust to bring more of all of it. His name on Sylvain's lips is addictive, one more reason on top of already so many to keep driving it out of him - to make sure he sets every nerve ending within them both on fire with each roll of his hips and every time Sylvain shivers beneath him punctuated by every exhale from them both that doesn't quite make it into anything discernible.
There's so much Claude wants to memorize to hoard as memories for later even as his mind spins and leaves no space for anything but the present. No space for anything but Sylvain and what he's been granted in what they've both surrendered to get here. But - he hasn't forgotten a promise made in the form of something between a request and an order, and it's one Claude intends to keep. He lets go of Sylvain's lower back to lean forward and brace himself on the mattress with one hand, taking a second to make sure he still hits the right angle and rhythm that's been undoing the other little by little without interrupting it.
It also means leaning his weight slightly on Sylvain with the added contact only serving to add to everything for Claude as he leans down to brush his lips against where he can reach of the other man's back. Only a small delay before he slides his other hand around from his grasp on his shoulder and down to wrap his other hand around Sylvain's neglected cock, because - ]
Come for me.
[ His own voice is ragged, like maybe he has to remember how to speak after neither of them have said anything more than what they've managed, but there's time for talking later. The strokes he offers have no teasing behind them this time around, deliberate and sure as they are while trying to time them with his thrusts to hopefully bring Sylvain closer to if not up and over the edge. ]
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There's so much Claude wants to memorize to hoard as memories for later even as his mind spins and leaves no space for anything but the present. No space for anything but Sylvain and what he's been granted in what they've both surrendered to get here. But - he hasn't forgotten a promise made in the form of something between a request and an order, and it's one Claude intends to keep. He lets go of Sylvain's lower back to lean forward and brace himself on the mattress with one hand, taking a second to make sure he still hits the right angle and rhythm that's been undoing the other little by little without interrupting it.
It also means leaning his weight slightly on Sylvain with the added contact only serving to add to everything for Claude as he leans down to brush his lips against where he can reach of the other man's back. Only a small delay before he slides his other hand around from his grasp on his shoulder and down to wrap his other hand around Sylvain's neglected cock, because - ]
Come for me.
[ His own voice is ragged, like maybe he has to remember how to speak after neither of them have said anything more than what they've managed, but there's time for talking later. The strokes he offers have no teasing behind them this time around, deliberate and sure as they are while trying to time them with his thrusts to hopefully bring Sylvain closer to if not up and over the edge. ]