[ Despite his own words, Claude couldn't possibly care less about the rest of the inn. Sylvain has a valid point there's a good chance this will earn them a none too pleased knock on the door, but surely they can't be the first people to get too amorous in this inn or any other one in Aquila. Regardless, that's a problem for their future selves and not something he wants Sylvain to focus on either if grabbing a little more onto the hair in his grip is anything to go by in yet another silent plea to stop talking and focus.
He gets his wish. The first even harder thrust draws a choked out noise from him that's somewhere between a gasp and a moan as it's once again just at the right angle it seems like the other's memorized from that relentless pace. There's a temptation to lean his head down against the desk, to somehow beckon Sylvain even closer like there's any space left between them from being pressed against the desk, but the hand wrapping around his aching cock after going without touch for so long erases that thought and anything else that's not Sylvain.
It won't be much longer and he knows it, and it's less a thought than an instinct which has every noise and moan Sylvain draws from him getting louder and louder to match the sensations running through him that he doesn't want to end. As much as the other's hold on him allows he chases the hand around his cock, each thrust and stroke paired with a shudder of pleasure until one final rock of hips has him releasing his grip on hair to reach farther back to dig his fingers and nails into what he can reach of Sylvain's shoulder like it'll somehow steady him when orgasm finally rushes through him and claims everything else.
As he comes with a sharp cry of the other's name as promised, spilling over his hand and the desk as he still tries to seek as much everything as possible to make it last as long as possible and bring Sylvain over the edge with him. ]
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Date: 2023-05-07 06:30 am (UTC)He gets his wish. The first even harder thrust draws a choked out noise from him that's somewhere between a gasp and a moan as it's once again just at the right angle it seems like the other's memorized from that relentless pace. There's a temptation to lean his head down against the desk, to somehow beckon Sylvain even closer like there's any space left between them from being pressed against the desk, but the hand wrapping around his aching cock after going without touch for so long erases that thought and anything else that's not Sylvain.
It won't be much longer and he knows it, and it's less a thought than an instinct which has every noise and moan Sylvain draws from him getting louder and louder to match the sensations running through him that he doesn't want to end. As much as the other's hold on him allows he chases the hand around his cock, each thrust and stroke paired with a shudder of pleasure until one final rock of hips has him releasing his grip on hair to reach farther back to dig his fingers and nails into what he can reach of Sylvain's shoulder like it'll somehow steady him when orgasm finally rushes through him and claims everything else.
As he comes with a sharp cry of the other's name as promised, spilling over his hand and the desk as he still tries to seek as much everything as possible to make it last as long as possible and bring Sylvain over the edge with him. ]