Mmm. It could be my fingers. Or my tongue. Definitely something I'm going to have to try someday, considering all the noises you're making already. I'll add it to our list, shall I?
[ That breathless tone is exactly the one he's been looking for, in fact. Claude's still a little too coherent for his tastes, but he'd expect nothing less of the other man. It hadn't been hard to pick up that Claude hoarded his control as tightly as Sylvain did himself.
He's trying very hard not to read into it too much, that not only had he trusted Claude enough to let go of his... but also that the other man apparently could do the same.
But he didn't want to distract himself with too much thinking either, not now, not when he was going to need every ounce of focus he could muster. So while he's stroking three fingers into one last deep thrust to make sure Claude is ready for him, he uses his other hand to carefully - and maybe a bit precariously - drip some more oil into his palm and slick up his own cock, already hard again from anticipation alone. ]
Mmm, I wonder how long it would take to make you beg with just my tongue here instead? But don't worry, I know how greedy you are tonight. Can't have all that impatience returning, after all. [ Even if he's pretty sure that's inevitable. Or maybe already too late, in his case.
He does slip his fingers out then, but he doesn't give Claude a chance even now to catch his breath or gather his thoughts for more than a heartbeat or two. Instead, his hand slides up the man's spine until he can tangle fingers in his hair once more, tugging his head back at an angle and holding him there as he slides in between Claude's stretched legs. He leans over his back again, warm breath teasing against the curve of his ear. ]
Although I'll be nice and remind you not to move. At least until I give you permission. Since I'm sure you can still remember the consequences, yes?
[ He doesn't give him a chance to answer. Intended only to distract him with that, as he barely gets the words out before he starts pressing pass that tight ring of muscle, his slicked cock aching at how tight it is, despite the stretching he'd done. He's pretty sure it had been enough, but he has a moment of concern that this might be a little too rough for Claude, even as he thrusts into him. ]
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[ That breathless tone is exactly the one he's been looking for, in fact. Claude's still a little too coherent for his tastes, but he'd expect nothing less of the other man. It hadn't been hard to pick up that Claude hoarded his control as tightly as Sylvain did himself.
He's trying very hard not to read into it too much, that not only had he trusted Claude enough to let go of his... but also that the other man apparently could do the same.
But he didn't want to distract himself with too much thinking either, not now, not when he was going to need every ounce of focus he could muster. So while he's stroking three fingers into one last deep thrust to make sure Claude is ready for him, he uses his other hand to carefully - and maybe a bit precariously - drip some more oil into his palm and slick up his own cock, already hard again from anticipation alone. ]
Mmm, I wonder how long it would take to make you beg with just my tongue here instead? But don't worry, I know how greedy you are tonight. Can't have all that impatience returning, after all. [ Even if he's pretty sure that's inevitable. Or maybe already too late, in his case.
He does slip his fingers out then, but he doesn't give Claude a chance even now to catch his breath or gather his thoughts for more than a heartbeat or two. Instead, his hand slides up the man's spine until he can tangle fingers in his hair once more, tugging his head back at an angle and holding him there as he slides in between Claude's stretched legs. He leans over his back again, warm breath teasing against the curve of his ear. ]
Although I'll be nice and remind you not to move. At least until I give you permission. Since I'm sure you can still remember the consequences, yes?
[ He doesn't give him a chance to answer. Intended only to distract him with that, as he barely gets the words out before he starts pressing pass that tight ring of muscle, his slicked cock aching at how tight it is, despite the stretching he'd done. He's pretty sure it had been enough, but he has a moment of concern that this might be a little too rough for Claude, even as he thrusts into him. ]