[ Sylvain chasing his pleasure drives gasp after gasp out of him, each thrust playing upon sensitive nerves in a way that rides the line between pleasurable and too much just as everything else has. Which is to say: all of it is every bit as enjoyable as he presses back against Sylvain as much as he can again. It has him reluctantly letting go of the other's shoulder, much as he wants to keep his fingers sunk into it to mark him even more, because he has to put that palm down to make sure he stays standing even with the help of the other man's grasp around him.
He can tell Sylvain's close and if he could manage words, there'd be plenty that he'd offer like any number of those plans from before. What he has to offer is encouraging him on until he feels the other man coming, something that brings a grin to his face that only gets wider when Sylvain slumps against him to catch his breath. ]
Now who can't move?
[ Not a complaint. Claude's more than smug in his own way since he'll have to settle for putting that grin of satisfaction over everything into his voice. Or maybe into teasing Sylvain a bit more to go with it, tightening a bit around his likely still sensitive cock for the sensation even as it causes his own breath to hitch when it doubles back to get him too.
Which is, of course, all the more reason to do it again or until Sylvain tells him to stop, though the next one has him putting his own arm forward to brace himself against the desk. That also provides a chance to admire the light finger marks around his wrist before idly resting his hand overtop Sylvain's without really thinking about the action, spurred on by some subconscious urge for more contact. ]
That makes two of us. Hope you're ready to carry me back to bed when we can both manage it.
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He can tell Sylvain's close and if he could manage words, there'd be plenty that he'd offer like any number of those plans from before. What he has to offer is encouraging him on until he feels the other man coming, something that brings a grin to his face that only gets wider when Sylvain slumps against him to catch his breath. ]
Now who can't move?
[ Not a complaint. Claude's more than smug in his own way since he'll have to settle for putting that grin of satisfaction over everything into his voice. Or maybe into teasing Sylvain a bit more to go with it, tightening a bit around his likely still sensitive cock for the sensation even as it causes his own breath to hitch when it doubles back to get him too.
Which is, of course, all the more reason to do it again or until Sylvain tells him to stop, though the next one has him putting his own arm forward to brace himself against the desk. That also provides a chance to admire the light finger marks around his wrist before idly resting his hand overtop Sylvain's without really thinking about the action, spurred on by some subconscious urge for more contact. ]
That makes two of us. Hope you're ready to carry me back to bed when we can both manage it.