[ Sylvain had felt the swoop in his own stomach during that approach - and again, when Claude makes that pleased little noise against his lips. It only urges him to deepen the kiss further, determined to lose himself and the reality of that in the heat of the moment instead. One leg slips between Claude's thighs, pinning him back against the edge of the desk while he relishes the way his grip tightens in response.
He feels that little shiver when Claude strains against the fingers in his hair - something he recognizes because he knows just how that feels. Enjoys how easy it comes to read Claude like this, when he's normally such a struggle. A mystery. He's not sure if that's because he's so much more accustomed to picking up on subtle nuances like this or if Claude is actually being more open and honest in his reactions here than he normally allows himself. Sylvain's not complaining either way.
That nip to his lip has them curving into a smirk as he grinds his thigh up against Claude's cock where it's caught between them now, nipping at the man's lips in return. ]
Mmm. Yes, that was the plan, wasn't it? Stop being so distracting and we'll get there.
[ Even if he's pretty sure that's an impossibility at this point.
But he does pull back, enough to slide his hands down Claude's torso to his hips, and then not-so-gently manhandle him into turning around to face the desk. His hands guide Claude's to the far edge, the piece of furniture just wide enough to make them both bend at the waist over the surface to reach and he nudges Claude's legs a little wider, into the stance he wants. ]
Don't move. [ The words are murmured against the curve of Claude's ear before teeth nip at the lobe and then Sylvain withdraws, sliding back around behind him, out of his line of sight - but most definitely retrieving the bottle of oil on his way. ]
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Date: 2023-04-17 04:12 am (UTC)He feels that little shiver when Claude strains against the fingers in his hair - something he recognizes because he knows just how that feels. Enjoys how easy it comes to read Claude like this, when he's normally such a struggle. A mystery. He's not sure if that's because he's so much more accustomed to picking up on subtle nuances like this or if Claude is actually being more open and honest in his reactions here than he normally allows himself. Sylvain's not complaining either way.
That nip to his lip has them curving into a smirk as he grinds his thigh up against Claude's cock where it's caught between them now, nipping at the man's lips in return. ]
Mmm. Yes, that was the plan, wasn't it? Stop being so distracting and we'll get there.
[ Even if he's pretty sure that's an impossibility at this point.
But he does pull back, enough to slide his hands down Claude's torso to his hips, and then not-so-gently manhandle him into turning around to face the desk. His hands guide Claude's to the far edge, the piece of furniture just wide enough to make them both bend at the waist over the surface to reach and he nudges Claude's legs a little wider, into the stance he wants. ]
Don't move. [ The words are murmured against the curve of Claude's ear before teeth nip at the lobe and then Sylvain withdraws, sliding back around behind him, out of his line of sight - but most definitely retrieving the bottle of oil on his way. ]