[ He'd already been unraveling before then, although he'd been holding back by sheer force of will. Not ready to come yet, not until Claude was close, too. Not wanting this to end, even if he was fairly certain they were still far from done with tonight.
But he knows it's inevitable, even before Claude shifts behind him, stretching out along his back as he braces a hand near Sylvain's own. It gets a keening whine from him, because Claude still brushes repeatedly over sensitive nerves with each thrust, but the new angle still manages to take him deeper. And yeah, he's definitely going to be feeling this tomorrow, but that's the most delicious acknowledgement he could possibly make right now and he craves that with a fierceness that overwhelms his own need to come.
Of course, then he feels Claude's lips trailing up the back of one shoulder as he maintains that rough, devastating rhythm. He shifts a little more to make room for him, keep the angle just right between them. And one hand shifts sideways slightly to grasp overtop the one bracing Claude's own weight atop the mattress, because it's the only piece of Claude in range for him to grasp onto, to ground himself with. Wanting, needing to touch him, even if it's a faint a cling as this.
And then fingers wrap around his cock, stroking him with a firm, sure stroke and it has his vision whiting out at the added stimulation, overloading his senses and sending him spiraling. The words uttered in his ear in that breathy, husky rasp are the final nail in the coffin, as it were. He's caught between all of it, the sharp thrusts of Claude's cock, relentless in its torment, clever fingers drawing even more pleasure out of him after having avoided his cock all this time - and that familiar voice in his ear, sounding just as wrecked as he feels.
He doesn't know which to chase, can't, his hips stuttering as he cries out, sharp and broken for a moment before his body spills over the edge without even his permission. Not that he needed it, apparently, with Claude's command echoing in his ears. He spills over those fingers, body clenching tight in reaction, the shudder of orgasm shivering through every inch of his body, pleasure leaving him blinded and dizzy with the intensity of it for a moment. ]
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But he knows it's inevitable, even before Claude shifts behind him, stretching out along his back as he braces a hand near Sylvain's own. It gets a keening whine from him, because Claude still brushes repeatedly over sensitive nerves with each thrust, but the new angle still manages to take him deeper. And yeah, he's definitely going to be feeling this tomorrow, but that's the most delicious acknowledgement he could possibly make right now and he craves that with a fierceness that overwhelms his own need to come.
Of course, then he feels Claude's lips trailing up the back of one shoulder as he maintains that rough, devastating rhythm. He shifts a little more to make room for him, keep the angle just right between them. And one hand shifts sideways slightly to grasp overtop the one bracing Claude's own weight atop the mattress, because it's the only piece of Claude in range for him to grasp onto, to ground himself with. Wanting, needing to touch him, even if it's a faint a cling as this.
And then fingers wrap around his cock, stroking him with a firm, sure stroke and it has his vision whiting out at the added stimulation, overloading his senses and sending him spiraling. The words uttered in his ear in that breathy, husky rasp are the final nail in the coffin, as it were. He's caught between all of it, the sharp thrusts of Claude's cock, relentless in its torment, clever fingers drawing even more pleasure out of him after having avoided his cock all this time - and that familiar voice in his ear, sounding just as wrecked as he feels.
He doesn't know which to chase, can't, his hips stuttering as he cries out, sharp and broken for a moment before his body spills over the edge without even his permission. Not that he needed it, apparently, with Claude's command echoing in his ears. He spills over those fingers, body clenching tight in reaction, the shudder of orgasm shivering through every inch of his body, pleasure leaving him blinded and dizzy with the intensity of it for a moment. ]