[ Each one of those shudders comes with a clench of muscles around Sylvain's own cock, able to feel the pleasure he sends shivering along the other man's nerves as those noises he earns get louder. More breathless and strained. He knows Claude is getting closer even before he reaches back to sink nails into his shoulder, drawing a quiet hiss from Sylvain at the sharp sensation.
It just adds to everything Sylvain is already feeling, a momentary grounding to help him hold on a few moments more, to see Claude tip over that edge. And it's as beautiful a sight as he thought it would be, the man's head thrown back as he loses himself for a moment, more, in the pleasure that Sylvain gave him. An achievement he's more than a little smug about, because he doesn't think there's very many Claude would ever let see him like this.
But it's a short-lived thought, because this all feels too good and he'd clung to his own control for as long as he could. The feeling of Claude coming undone beneath him, around him, his name a hoarse cry on those lips, is more than enough to unravel the last threads of his own resistance and he fucks into Claude deep, riding the waves of the other man's orgasm, chasing his own. It doesn't take long before he's spilling with a deep shudder, fingers biting in maybe a little too tight in their grip around Claude's wrist without realizing it. Claude's name a choked curse on his lips as the pleasure washes through him, leaving him spent and more than a little weak in the knees.
Releasing his grip on Claude's wrist, he braces himself on one arm atop the desk, slumped over Claude's back as he drags ragged gasps of air into his lungs. His forehead rests between Claude's shoulderblades, pressed against his back as his breath puffs against warm skin. ]
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Date: 2023-05-08 04:12 pm (UTC)It just adds to everything Sylvain is already feeling, a momentary grounding to help him hold on a few moments more, to see Claude tip over that edge. And it's as beautiful a sight as he thought it would be, the man's head thrown back as he loses himself for a moment, more, in the pleasure that Sylvain gave him. An achievement he's more than a little smug about, because he doesn't think there's very many Claude would ever let see him like this.
But it's a short-lived thought, because this all feels too good and he'd clung to his own control for as long as he could. The feeling of Claude coming undone beneath him, around him, his name a hoarse cry on those lips, is more than enough to unravel the last threads of his own resistance and he fucks into Claude deep, riding the waves of the other man's orgasm, chasing his own. It doesn't take long before he's spilling with a deep shudder, fingers biting in maybe a little too tight in their grip around Claude's wrist without realizing it. Claude's name a choked curse on his lips as the pleasure washes through him, leaving him spent and more than a little weak in the knees.
Releasing his grip on Claude's wrist, he braces himself on one arm atop the desk, slumped over Claude's back as he drags ragged gasps of air into his lungs. His forehead rests between Claude's shoulderblades, pressed against his back as his breath puffs against warm skin. ]
Fuck.
[ Yeah, that about sums it up. ]