[ At this point, greedy's starting to feel a little more fitting to where Claude can admit it. To himself. Only in a very circuitous thought as it is since if it means getting to enjoy more of Sylvain's considerable skills, he's certainly not going to decline the opportunity.
The pace set is finally what he wanted and one more piece of whatever resistance he'd put up in the name of keeping control crumbles. Sylvain gets rewarded with pleased cries interspersed with his name for each of those thrusts when they start to build one on top of the other unrelentingly in a way he'd never ask to cease.
There's the passing thought, this one more coherent than the others which are definitely not, that Sylvain's entirely too good at this. It's not until one particularly deep thrust gets a gasp when it's all he can manage when actual sound feels too difficult and then it's immediately repeated and then repeated again in a way that's no coincidence he realizes what careful attention is being paid to everything. That it's not merely either of them chasing pleasure out of this with no regard for anything else.
The next time Sylvain's cock drags over those nerves it drives the air out of him, and with it any will to keep holding onto the desk with his one remaining free hand. It's tempting to find a space - somehow - where he could slide it to take his own cock in hand without Sylvain magically not noticing that. Though he's aching for the touch, instead Claude reaches back blindly and (after one near miss) winds his fingers into the other's hair and pulls with a moan of harder. ]
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Date: 2023-05-04 12:21 am (UTC)The pace set is finally what he wanted and one more piece of whatever resistance he'd put up in the name of keeping control crumbles. Sylvain gets rewarded with pleased cries interspersed with his name for each of those thrusts when they start to build one on top of the other unrelentingly in a way he'd never ask to cease.
There's the passing thought, this one more coherent than the others which are definitely not, that Sylvain's entirely too good at this. It's not until one particularly deep thrust gets a gasp when it's all he can manage when actual sound feels too difficult and then it's immediately repeated and then repeated again in a way that's no coincidence he realizes what careful attention is being paid to everything. That it's not merely either of them chasing pleasure out of this with no regard for anything else.
The next time Sylvain's cock drags over those nerves it drives the air out of him, and with it any will to keep holding onto the desk with his one remaining free hand. It's tempting to find a space - somehow - where he could slide it to take his own cock in hand without Sylvain magically not noticing that. Though he's aching for the touch, instead Claude reaches back blindly and (after one near miss) winds his fingers into the other's hair and pulls with a moan of harder. ]