[ The idea of punishing might've gotten an all too smug laugh from him if it wasn't for once more getting what he wants and Sylvain exponentially increases everything. Maybe there would've been a retort about this being punishment enough even if it's the exact opposite, and he's all too aware of what Sylvain's doing.
Claude can't bring himself to care when yet another thrust has him arching as much as he can in what limited space there is left for him. The same goes for flexing the arm in Sylvain's grasp, something they both know is useless even if it's something else to enjoy as much as the hand in his own hair.
The second nip gets his attention much more than the first, but not as much as every shudder from Sylvain and each breath getting raspier as they continue to push the intensity between them ever higher. Which is enough for what few braincells he has left to come up with an idea, one far more along the lines of being ornery in a way this night has taught him Sylvain enjoys several times over.
But - it's not worth it backfiring, not when every rock of hips drags him closer to the edge and there's every much of a chance of stopping even if Sylvain already abandoned those consequences. That has him clenching around the other's cock again in a very minor teasing revenge (that also benefits him). ]
Please, [ with a good yank of red hair to punctuate it in hopes of earning another moan before the next thrust has him letting go for a second before doubling down on another grasp, ] fuck me harder and get louder and I'll make sure the entire inn knows who made me come.
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Claude can't bring himself to care when yet another thrust has him arching as much as he can in what limited space there is left for him. The same goes for flexing the arm in Sylvain's grasp, something they both know is useless even if it's something else to enjoy as much as the hand in his own hair.
The second nip gets his attention much more than the first, but not as much as every shudder from Sylvain and each breath getting raspier as they continue to push the intensity between them ever higher. Which is enough for what few braincells he has left to come up with an idea, one far more along the lines of being ornery in a way this night has taught him Sylvain enjoys several times over.
But - it's not worth it backfiring, not when every rock of hips drags him closer to the edge and there's every much of a chance of stopping even if Sylvain already abandoned those consequences. That has him clenching around the other's cock again in a very minor teasing revenge (that also benefits him). ]
Please, [ with a good yank of red hair to punctuate it in hopes of earning another moan before the next thrust has him letting go for a second before doubling down on another grasp, ] fuck me harder and get louder and I'll make sure the entire inn knows who made me come.