[ When Sylvain's hand brushes his Claude reaches to link their fingers on instinct to wind them both back into the sheets, one more connection between them despite all the others ongoing. It's not - if he was able to think about it - the kind of thing he would normally do. The sort of thing that's intimate, especially given that it's such a small gesture to start with that could slip unseen between grander ones. That there's no hesitation means something beyond trying to give Sylvain what he wants.
Something that'll stay an unknown because all he focuses on is the sounds the other man is making, to keep his hand moving over his cock up and down his length to match thrusting into him again and again even as those hips stutter in indecision. Sylvain's name slips from his lips again, a small plea for him to let go, that he'll catch him in the fall. That cry drags another moan from him even before the other's body tightens around him in a telltale sign as Sylvain comes over his hand.
Claude fucks him through it to make whatever aftershocks he can give last as long as he can manage, but feeling Sylvain come fully undone beneath him is enough for Claude to let go of his last bit of willpower he'd been holding onto as tightly as the hand over his. He'd held onto it to make sure Sylvain came first, an unspoken promise even if it was made only on his end, but the sounds and feeling around him is more than enough to push him to his own orgasm when Sylvain's pleasure only adds exponentially to his own.
It's not that much longer before he comes as well, spilling inside of him with a last few thrusts and a cry of his own. The intensity of it makes everything narrow to the two of them alone with everything else forgotten and falling away, and Claude has to drop his forehead down to press it between Sylvain's shoulders so he can catch his breath once he remembers to inhale. An exhaled curse - an entirely pleased one - goes with it that Claude feels really sums up everything for now.
There's probably a smart remark coming just as soon as he remembers what sentences are again. Or how to think. Maybe both. The same goes for moving since that'll also have to wait. ]
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Date: 2023-04-02 05:17 pm (UTC)Something that'll stay an unknown because all he focuses on is the sounds the other man is making, to keep his hand moving over his cock up and down his length to match thrusting into him again and again even as those hips stutter in indecision. Sylvain's name slips from his lips again, a small plea for him to let go, that he'll catch him in the fall. That cry drags another moan from him even before the other's body tightens around him in a telltale sign as Sylvain comes over his hand.
Claude fucks him through it to make whatever aftershocks he can give last as long as he can manage, but feeling Sylvain come fully undone beneath him is enough for Claude to let go of his last bit of willpower he'd been holding onto as tightly as the hand over his. He'd held onto it to make sure Sylvain came first, an unspoken promise even if it was made only on his end, but the sounds and feeling around him is more than enough to push him to his own orgasm when Sylvain's pleasure only adds exponentially to his own.
It's not that much longer before he comes as well, spilling inside of him with a last few thrusts and a cry of his own. The intensity of it makes everything narrow to the two of them alone with everything else forgotten and falling away, and Claude has to drop his forehead down to press it between Sylvain's shoulders so he can catch his breath once he remembers to inhale. An exhaled curse - an entirely pleased one - goes with it that Claude feels really sums up everything for now.
There's probably a smart remark coming just as soon as he remembers what sentences are again. Or how to think. Maybe both. The same goes for moving since that'll also have to wait. ]