[ Of course, half the fun is waiting to see how he'll get pinned down when Sylvain's hand running along his arm is a good indicator it's going to happen. There's the obvious, which would simply be using that hand to keep his arm pressed against the desk itself.
He doesn't have long to wonder when one thrust sends him forward, the barest brush of nerves which would've sent him leaning further over if not for Sylvain taking care of that for him. By the time his arm is behind his back it's already in place. There's the barest twitch of one shoulder to test the grip as a force of habit. It isn't the sort of thing he'd normally allow for anyone else - that being something without a way to escape easily - but from Sylvain he finds he doesn't mind it. There's something to that, something about a level of trust not gained by many, and something that will eventually demand notice.
Fortunately for Claude, even if he'd wanted to pursue thinking it over right then, the next rock of Sylvain's hips turns his mind into nothing but white noise when that angle is finally just right. If it'd been enjoyable before, it's nothing compared to the familiar pleasure sparking through him that comes with the desire for more.
Hearing the question that's not a question in his ear pulls him right back to reality where sense still awaits him. ]
I don't think I have to tell you that. [ There's a faint laugh in his voice even if it's more breathless than before and said with more fondness behind it than he's even thinking about. Even if that alone is as good as saying yes, it's not like it's going to stop there as with what little leverage he has left he uses to press back against Sylvain as if it'll pull him any deeper. ] But if you're asking if it could still be better yet...
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Date: 2023-05-03 05:05 pm (UTC)He doesn't have long to wonder when one thrust sends him forward, the barest brush of nerves which would've sent him leaning further over if not for Sylvain taking care of that for him. By the time his arm is behind his back it's already in place. There's the barest twitch of one shoulder to test the grip as a force of habit. It isn't the sort of thing he'd normally allow for anyone else - that being something without a way to escape easily - but from Sylvain he finds he doesn't mind it. There's something to that, something about a level of trust not gained by many, and something that will eventually demand notice.
Fortunately for Claude, even if he'd wanted to pursue thinking it over right then, the next rock of Sylvain's hips turns his mind into nothing but white noise when that angle is finally just right. If it'd been enjoyable before, it's nothing compared to the familiar pleasure sparking through him that comes with the desire for more.
Hearing the question that's not a question in his ear pulls him right back to reality where sense still awaits him. ]
I don't think I have to tell you that. [ There's a faint laugh in his voice even if it's more breathless than before and said with more fondness behind it than he's even thinking about. Even if that alone is as good as saying yes, it's not like it's going to stop there as with what little leverage he has left he uses to press back against Sylvain as if it'll pull him any deeper. ] But if you're asking if it could still be better yet...