[ - not a thought Claude's going to get to finish, ready as he was to lodge it as a complaint both against what's said and for the loss of Sylvain's fingers after that last deep press had driven yet another noise from him. But the other has different plans than ones he's been teased with, and it doesn't take long for them to be revealed between Sylvain shifting behind him, the hand traveling up his back, and the words in his ear.
There's another second where he could've started to say something else, but if those fingers withdrawing had left a void it's quickly filled by Sylvain's cock. Whatever syllable it was melts into a curse, one purely of pleasure from that ache of something on the right side of rough. An instant goes by where he actually considers begging even if it'd been suggested to (somewhat) rile him up. In the end he settles for clenching around Sylvain to tighten around him more than he had thanks to that thrust and relishing every sensation of it.
It's closer - ever closer - to what he wants but still not enough as Claude's quickly learned Sylvain is a master of incrementally giving that to him. Each motion deliberate, each one meant to test his patience even as he stubbornly won't give in on some things. But then again, neither will Sylvain and even if he's more breathless than before, it won't keep him from pulling against that grasp on his hair again to enjoy it even further. Much as he'd rather run them along Sylvain's skin, he'll settle for digging his nails into what he can of the desk even if it's not nearly as satisfying considering there's only so much to grip.
But - consequences. The very word has him wetting his lips as he summons up composure to continue pushing back verbally in lieu of doing so physically. This time anyway as he finally listens to not moving while still insistent upon more; it's also not lost on him Sylvain seems to be enjoying that as much as he is. ]
If you don't want me to move, then you'd better pin me down while fucking me into this desk.
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Date: 2023-04-30 02:07 am (UTC)[ - not a thought Claude's going to get to finish, ready as he was to lodge it as a complaint both against what's said and for the loss of Sylvain's fingers after that last deep press had driven yet another noise from him. But the other has different plans than ones he's been teased with, and it doesn't take long for them to be revealed between Sylvain shifting behind him, the hand traveling up his back, and the words in his ear.
There's another second where he could've started to say something else, but if those fingers withdrawing had left a void it's quickly filled by Sylvain's cock. Whatever syllable it was melts into a curse, one purely of pleasure from that ache of something on the right side of rough. An instant goes by where he actually considers begging even if it'd been suggested to (somewhat) rile him up. In the end he settles for clenching around Sylvain to tighten around him more than he had thanks to that thrust and relishing every sensation of it.
It's closer - ever closer - to what he wants but still not enough as Claude's quickly learned Sylvain is a master of incrementally giving that to him. Each motion deliberate, each one meant to test his patience even as he stubbornly won't give in on some things. But then again, neither will Sylvain and even if he's more breathless than before, it won't keep him from pulling against that grasp on his hair again to enjoy it even further. Much as he'd rather run them along Sylvain's skin, he'll settle for digging his nails into what he can of the desk even if it's not nearly as satisfying considering there's only so much to grip.
But - consequences. The very word has him wetting his lips as he summons up composure to continue pushing back verbally in lieu of doing so physically. This time anyway as he finally listens to not moving while still insistent upon more; it's also not lost on him Sylvain seems to be enjoying that as much as he is. ]
If you don't want me to move, then you'd better pin me down while fucking me into this desk.