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[ Lips curve into a smirk as he torments sensitive skin with his tongue. Watching what reactions he can catch play out over Claude's expression, feeling the faint shudder that shivers through the thighs he presses down to the bed. His gaze remains locked on Claude's face, enjoying the sounds he drags from Claude's lips, frustrated or not. He doesn't miss the way he fists his fingers in the sheets rather than reaching for Sylvain once more and hmm. Still way too much control then. Time to do something about that. ]

Turnabout is fair play and all that.

[ Not that he intends to continue to drag it out, not just now. Which is why his lips part further and he sucks Claude's length into his mouth, working him deeper at a deliberate pace - not too fast, but certainly more than the teasing would have indicated. His tongue laves along the underside of his length, adding to the sensations as he focuses all his attention - and considerable skills - on seeing just how well he could unravel Claude's dearly-held control. Fingers curl at the base of his cock, stroking shallowly, layering stimulation atop stimulation, even as he keeps Claude's hips pinned to the bed. Only letting him take what Sylvain is willing to give him right now. ]

[ He's got a retort for that, he does, but it and most other thoughts are cleared away like they never existed when Sylvain's teasing (mostly) ends. Instead it's replaced by a choked off swear even as he props himself up an an elbow for a view which certainly delivers every bit as the mouth and tongue working over his cock with all of that expertise, with every touch incrementally fraying a bit more of his composure with each building upon the last. It's too much to hold back any moans, so that's the first holding back to go.

The hands on his hips certainly prevent him from going anywhere, but that doesn't Claude doesn't still try to follow the other's mouth up to the point where it's prevented. That's enough for him to roll his head back on his neck for a second in fleeting frustration again, but once Sylvain's hand moves along his length it's right back to enjoying the view. ]

Remember what they say about payback, Gautier.

[ Threats don't sound like much of one at all when you're far past breathless from enjoyment, it turns out. His hands have crept closer, Claude realizes suddenly when the texture beneath them changes, but now it's the skirt he'd been cursing mere moments ago that he holds onto. Convenient, at least, for a stopping place in between where they were and where they might yet go, but stubbornness surfaces in not letting control be wrested from him so soon.

Or - more accurately, he's holding onto the last strands of it. ]

[ Lips curve into a smirk around Claude's cock as he bobs his head, taking him deep in response to that comeback. Threat? Whatever. That's the least threatening thing Claude could have offered him, anyway. In fact, he's counting on it. Looking forward to it, even. Even if he knows Claude will likely have him cursing and moaning just as much.

His thumb rubs over the vein at the base of his cock as he pulls back enough that only the tip of him is still encased in tight wet heat. His tongue swirling around sensitive skin, tracing under the head and along the slit before he shifts and takes him deep again. All the way this time, feeling the tip of him nudge against the back of his throat, which works around him in a tight, convulsive swallow.

His eyes are dark and hazy and locked on Claude's face, enjoying this torment as much as the other man. Memorizing every reaction. What makes Claude moan, makes his hips stutter under the press of Sylvain's weight, makes his fingers curl and struggle not to reach for him. He catalogs them all, committing them to memory. His knack for observing details has always come in useful, but nowhere is it more lethal than here. ]

[ It's probably for the best Sylvain chooses to not respond to that with words since it might inspire Claude to keep going himself, and that'd mean on missing out on Sylvain taking him into his mouth even deeper after that slow pull back. It's a good thing the other man has him pinned in place since the sight of it and the look flashed his way nearly undoes him then and there. ]

Fuck, you're so good at this.

[ File under things which don't really need to be said, but it feels imperative to give some kind of verbal compliment regarding it. Or, well: one formed as an actual thought and not all the other noises Sylvain's worked and is still working out of him. Those can just fill in the remaining blanks. So can the hand he finally lifts to tangle in Sylvain's hair for a good pull, only vaguely attempting to mind his manners and make it not too hard without more specifics on the level of enjoyment there. Here's a small gamble to find out considering Sylvain had certainly enjoyed what lighter grip he'd offered earlier, one Claude offers now in return for the spoiling being unleashed on him with all that considerable talent.

All of it dragging him closer to the familiar edge of unraveling, so his next tug on the other's hair is slightly less feedback and more for attention. Sylvain's attention in a different way, specifically. ]

If you keep this up much longer, you're going to get your wish.

[ But that'd been the whole point of Sylvain's request, after all, so it's less a warning and more a promise. ]

[ There's a warm rush of pleasure at the praise, eyes warming slightly as they watch his effect on the other man. Which is praise enough in itself, if he's honest, but it's still nice to hear the words.

He's intent on continuing, enjoying pushing Claude. And then those fingers finally reach and tangle and grip and he can't help himself. His eyes slide closed and a moan rumbles in his chest, vibrating around the length in his mouth in a way he's sure Claude can feel. Suspicion likely confirmed on Claude's behalf, since Sylvain really doesn't seem to mind that at all. In fact, it has his rhythm stuttering, pushing to take Claude a little deeper, throat working around the head of his cock before he can pull back enough to ease up in response to that second tug.

His gaze flits upwards again to Claude's face before he pulls back just enough to release him. His cheeks are flushed, eyes dark and lips reddened and wet as he smirks faintly. ] Is that you trying to say you want me to stop?

[ That vibration that leaves Sylvain and surrounds him sends a spark through him like nothing else yet, and Claude regrets - for a second - getting his attention when it would've been far easier to offer another tug of red hair as a reward above anything else.

Whatever regret he'd had for an instant fades immediately when the other sits up. Sylvain is a sight. A beautiful one, though the thought fades from his mind nearly as soon as it crosses through it as something he might recall later. Something to summon up later, more like, in a sight he won't forget any time soon and now has a vested interest in seeing again. Causing again. If he wasn't more preoccupied by something else, Claude might be able to properly appreciate that.

However. ]

If you stop right now, I might actually cry. [ He'd attempt to summon some quasi-believable tears just for the effect and maybe to also make Sylvain laugh, but see also: preoccupation. It's a handy block against thinking about anything else. ] But if you're saying you want to stop...

[ He'll just let that trail off since there's an obvious enough conclusion to that. Easier still to goad Sylvain by lifting his free hand like he's about to take matters into his own hands (literally) and finish himself off. ]

Oh, that is the absolute last thing I want, trust me.

[ Sardonic smirk lingering, he playfully smacks Claude's hand out of the way before he can so much as touch himself. ]

If I'm not allowed to touch, neither are you. Hands off.

[ But there's also no hesitation after that as he returns to where he'd been, sucking Claude just as deeply as he'd been before the interruption in one long, smooth slide of motion. Swallowing him all the way down and wrapping him entirely in sucking wet heat, a hum of satisfaction coming with it, since Claude had reacted to that faint vibration so well last time.

He's not opposed to making Claude cry right now, but for far different reasons. He'd settle for begging too, however. ]

[ His hand being smacked away just gets a laugh since, well - it'd been part of the reaction he was hoping for. And it's maybe also because having his own instruction turned around him might be just as effective as that smirk, but Sylvain will have to figure that one out for himself. Not that he likely hasn't already.

Either way, Claude's weak attempt at needling Sylvain into doing what he wants works in his favor. As soon as his mouth closes around his cock there's yet another mostly choked curse from Claude, only for Sylvain to earn a properly enunciated one immediately following thanks to the hum. If there was a chance he was supposed to finally stop talking with that - it was successful.

Much as he'd be content to continue enjoying all of this for even longer, he'd meant it about Sylvain's many talents since those combined with his own double edged sword of anticipation are his undoing. With one last pull of red hair in both appreciation and a warning Claude comes with a loud moan before he has to lay back again. ]

Did I already mention how good you are at that? [ He did - and he remembers it though really, that hadn't felt like enough so more praise feels justified while he's trying to catch his breath. ] Give me a minute and I'll make up your waiting patiently to you.

[ There's a faint flush on Sylvain's cheeks as he pulls back, having swallowed every drop - and then licked Claude clean on his way up for good measure - but he's pretty sure it can be blamed on exertion. Or arousal. Both? Certainly not from the quiet rush of pleasure at Claude's words again.

Smirking faintly, he pushes himself up on his elbows to peer up the line of Claude's body a moment before moving to slide up and stretch out alongside him. He reaches out, sliding fingers against Claude's own flushed cheeks, eyes dark and fond. And still smug. So very smug. ]

There's no rush. We have all night, remember?

Careful, you're just going to make me want to test your infinite patience.

[ As though he wasn't doing that already in multiple ways, but now he means a very specific variety of it. That's paired with a smirk for good measure since Claude knows that wasn't Sylvain's intent - well, beyond the things they'd both enjoy, that is.

Easy to roll onto his side then, annoying rustle as he drags (an exaggerated) fifty pounds of dress fabric rustling with him in the process to first study that smug - and well-earned - look before leaning in for a kiss. It'd be easy, far too easy, to be swept up in it if he didn't have another mission in mind that has him ending it before too long to trace the pad of his thumb along the edge of Sylvain's bottom lip. ]

I think I was also promised getting out of this dress, which would really make my plans for you much easier.

[ Sylvain just chuckles into that kiss, leaning into the touch with an impish grin. He's half-tempted just to drag this out to exasperate Claude, but it's getting to the point that Sylvain really wants the thing gone, too. ]

I suppose you have a point.

[ He lets his hands skim up along Claude's sides, the curve emphasized by the corset portion of the dress. Letting his fingers slide inwards, he starts deftly undoing the small clasps down the front, even as he leans in to kiss him again, deeper this time. It's both playful and distracting until a moment later, he has the top undone and is sliding it out of the way from beneath him. It left Claude in just the shirt and the skirt - both of which were far easier to strip off - and the boots. Which he hadn't decided yet if he wanted to get rid of at all. ]

Better?

[ Sylvain gets a scoff for that, one that says I clearly do and might've been the preface to something else, but those hands are distracting. More so is the fact that there's still a corset impeding being able to feel them fully, and while he hadn't entirely minded its restraints at different points it's still overstayed its welcome in his mind.

Easier still to help with shimmying out of it when their kiss breaks and Claude pulls his hands away from where they'd tangled in Sylvain's hair again to sit up with a dramatic sigh. ]

You have no idea.

[ As if he's really been suffering here. The reaction's meant more for Sylvain's entertainment as he takes a second to stretch. And speaking of entertainment - a second later he swings one leg over Sylvain's hips to press a knee on either side of the other's waist to keep him right there. Nothing like a semi-captive audience as Claude reaches for the buttons of his own shirt to undo them one by one while letting Sylvain enjoy being dressed for a while longer. Claude will get to that - in time - but for now Sylvain gets a front row view to the removal of that shirt and skirt. ]

This isn't a bad sight either, for the record. [ Is he smirking? He's definitely smirking. ] One I could certainly get used to, and that's while you still have your clothes on. Or, well, mostly on. I imagine it's even better without them.

I can assure you, it is.

[ Since Claude is now straddling his hips and basically keeping him pinned to the mattress now, Sylvain just settles comfortable on his back, stretching his arms up above his head to use as an impromptu pillow, and grins up at the sight of Claude stripping above him. If he’s going to give him a show, Sylvain is definitely here to enjoy watching it. Not to mention Claude is currently perched atop the evidence of how much he’s enjoying it, not that he’s drawing attention to that just now. ]

Although if you’re not used to the sight of me with my clothes still on by now, I think I need to be a little worried about your eyesight.

I meant you on your back as the sight, smartass.

[ Claude's grinning in return as he drops his hands away from his mostly undone shirt, deciding it can wait for a minute in favor of getting rid of the skirt instead. Something he probably should have done before, but it's easy enough to slide off with maybe a few too many convenient brushes against Sylvain's arousal as an all too convenient bonus. ]

I've already seen you with clothes on plenty over the last however long. [ Months. A lot of them. ] Now's the time to find out if reality matches, I suppose.

[ Off goes Claude's shirt as it's tossed haphazardly to the end of the bed where the skirt already rests. The boots can wait, he decides, in favor of reaching for Sylvain's shirt he'd let get the better of him before.

But not now - now Claude leans down as though he's going in for another kiss but instead swerves at the last second to ghost his lips along a chiseled jaw before dragging his teeth down along sensitive skin. He lets his hands slide beneath the fabric, that stubborn button finally giving way to let the shirt slip free as he worries a none too easily hidden mark into Sylvain's neck. ]

I mean, if you were so curious, you could have just asked.

[ He's still smirking as he watches appreciatively as Claude sheds the skirt and then the ruffled shirt after it. He doesn't miss the fact that Claude's also chosen to leave the boots for the moment, and that just has his grin widening. His hands slide up, over bared hips now as he drinks in the toned lines of Claude's body, fingers following where his eyes graze.

He might have teased him more, but Claude is bending close, hands working that final button free and shoving fabric out of his way as he leans in for... not a kiss, Sylvain realizes at the last moment. He tips his head back as lips tease back his jaw and then teeth scrape their way down his throat, sending shivers of pleasure along his nerves. His breath hitches and then melts into a low moan, fingers convulsing momentarily against Claude's side as he holds him close. He knows there's going to be a mark there in the morning and at the moment? He doesn't even care.

Part of that rush might even be over the fact that Claude's leaving a visible claim on his flesh in the first place. ]

Trust me. [ His voice is more hoarse than he anticipated, raw as he rocks his hips up teasingly against where Claude is still perched atop him. ] I would have accommodated you in just about anything.

[ That is a good noise. A very good one, Claude thinks, as having his lips and teeth attached to Sylvain's throat means he gets to feel that moan's reverberations in time with the steady hands on him fluttering in time with it. It feels like a trophy for winning something, or like a stubborn lock yielding to the turn of a key even if there's still more to go before it's fully undone. At the rock of hips upward Claude tightens his knees around the other's waist to keep him still. More of a promise than anything else, but right now Sylvain's neck is more preoccupying than anything else.

Then again - ]

Is that so.

[ Claude doesn't phrase it as a question. It's a statement to match the surety of what Sylvain's said, and he considers this while sliding the sleeves off the other's shoulders and down his arms to expose more skin before he frees the garment and tosses it aside with the rest of their clothes. After a light bite to the other's nearest collarbone as he moves down, trailing a kiss here and there before leaving another mark on his chest. Visible enough to be seen when getting dressed but nowhere else unlike the first one, and with the bonus of Claude turning those words over and over in his head. ]

Consider this, then. [ He'd meant to continue his descent but instead lets a hand finish that path to take Sylvain's cock in hand with another slow upwards stroke, lightly twisting his hand around his length as he goes to make the contact last since he has more in mind than teasing alone. ] I still want you on your hands and knees to fuck you, preferably sooner than later, because it's something I've imagined.

Your choice of what happens next, but since we're sharing, [ since Claude is sharing, anyway, as he pauses to let his thumb circle around the head of Sylvain's cock to tease the slit momentarily, ] I'd rather make sure you feel it tomorrow. And the same goes for me, in case you were wondering.

Hnng, fuck.

[ Fingers reach up to tangle in dark hair and Sylvain gives a sharp tug, yanking Claude down for another kiss, teeth making it a sharper one than before as he nips at the man's lips. His cheeks are flushed and eyes dark, pupils blown wide with arousal as catches Claude's gaze. His breathing is ragged, his cock jolting at the tormenting touch and the stimulation sent along his nerves, combined with mental image Claude's words paint. ]

Are you going to tell me what else you've imagined while you fuck me?

[ Either way, his answer is most definitely 'fuck yes'. ]

[ Another satisfying reaction, and there's maybe (definitely) a smug grin which would've lasted for far longer if it wasn't for that tug. It gets an equally sharp inhale from him before whatever noise he'd started to make is swallowed up into the kiss he eagerly returns. Sylvain earns another stroke to his cock, this one with more intent than teasing, and followed by another while he contemplates something. Not with his whole focus since he steals another kiss. ]

I'd threaten to tell you all of it now, but I don't think that's the definition of 'being here for a while' that you had in mind. [ Another grin with teeth against Sylvain's lips. ] I'm not gonna say no to a chance to run my mouth if you're asking for it to happen. You'll have to let me up to get some oil first, but only if you promise to put your hands in my hair again later.

[ Because Claude's certainly not complaining about that grip, not even as he shifts to pull back a bit. It isn't to leave despite saying so, but more to take in the entirely too alluring sight beneath him. ]

Gods, you're entirely too fucking handsome.

I'd apologize, but I'm bad at those and I wouldn't mean it anyway.

[ He shoots Claude a cheeky grin at that, but reluctantly releases his grip when Claude pulls back. He groans, not wanting to let Claude move away at all, but oil's going to very much be a necessity here. There was feeling it tomorrow and then there was that. ]

I think that's a promise I can keep. When, y'know, you don't have me on my hands and knees. Little difficult to do both. [ He lets his hands slide down over Claude's torso instead, now that there's bared skin for him to explore and no more clothing in the way. ]

There's oil in the nightstand drawer, though.

[ So he came prepared. So what? He could be hopeful and optimistic sometimes, okay. ]

[ Sylvain gets nothing but a fond roll of the eyes to apologies or lack thereof. Claude's more occupied with sitting up, because that also means he can run his hands down Sylvain's shoulders, chest, stomach - anywhere within reach. Slowly, and with blatant admiration (and appreciation) behind it since he'd missed the chance to do so before.

Once his hands reach hips he's starting to lean back to grab his skirt in what might seem like an odd choice for what's next, though it's not an action he completes when Sylvain speaks. Instead he stops to look at the other for a second, not in judgment or anywhere close to it but sheer amusement, plain and simple. And for good reason. ]

Huh. I suppose this is where I mention the dress has a couple of secret pockets and I might've stashed a vial away in one of them.

[ Since, as it turns out, they were both planning ahead. The nightstand will be considerably easier to get to than digging through a bunch of fabric so with a grin he leans over to tug the drawer open. One second of rifling around to locate it, and then he sets the oil down to wait for a moment. ]

Time to also get you out the rest of the way out of these while I'm at it.

[ Hands back to Sylvain's waist so he can tug lightly at the waistband of the other's pants just once before getting a better grasp to slide them down. Admiration of what's revealed is about to continue, considering Sylvain was right about looking even better without clothes, but then Claude's gaze falls on ink he wasn't expecting. Operation pants removal pauses when he reaches forward to run a couple fingertips over the design curiously. ]

Oh, good. Then we can be extra prepared. [ Looks like he didn’t have to worry about Claude judging him for making assumptions after all. Not when he’d apparently made the same ones. Or hoped, at least.

Claude has to lean up over him to reach the nightstand, and he might cheat a little to lean up and kiss and nip at the skin displayed over him, leaving a reddened mark along Claude’s ribs before he manages to settle back once more. He just grins cheekily as the other man starts to tug down his pants, helpfully lifting his hips for him. But he pauses when Claude does, a little confused, until he glances down to see what had caught his attention. The sun tattoo on the inside of his hip. ]

Ahh, that. Hazards of our first weekend in Nocwich.

We all left with souvenirs that weekend, I take it.

[ Better tattoos than what followed after he thinks as he finishes tracing over the ink. He's still curious about it and the meaning behind it, but, well. Realistically speaking Claude's not willing to share about his own beyond the crafted cover story he's made for it, so who's to say whatever Sylvain says if he asks is his to know?

Besides. The tattoo's hardly the important part here - and it's not what he should be focusing on, so back to tugging off the pants to discard them. More skin to run his hands over as he glides them back up Sylvain's legs. As much as he'd like to spend more time on those thighs in particular, that'll have to wait for another day. There is, surprisingly, a limit to how long he wants to make Sylvain wait, so Claude parts the other's legs to kneel between them. One more reach and the oil's back in his hands. ]

When I said earlier you on your back was a nice sight, I lied. Slightly. [ The smirk's back as Claude tips some of the oil into one hand before warming it between his palms for a second. That limit on too much teasing, after all. ] Only because this view's even better.

[ The statement has his gaze dropping to Claude's forearm, where his own tattoo rests. His lips quirk faintly as he reaches out to trace it. ] I guess we did.

[ He wants to ask about it, but he doesn't. Doesn't want to risk sending the mood somewhere they can't come back from. So he focuses on Claude's face once more instead, enjoying the touches, the brush of familiar calloused fingertips along his skin. When he parts his legs, Sylvain slides one upwards, bending his knee and propping it up against Claude's side. He's going to need to move here in a minute anyway, so he's not worried about getting in the way. Besides, he can hook his foot around behind Claude this way, since he's too far away to really reach for him otherwise.

Still, he's chuckling at the man's words as he watches him spill the oil into his palm,licking his lips in anticipation, gaze dark and impatient. ]

I did tell you that. It's not my fault you didn't believe me. [ Sylvain is all too aware what he looks like. Had long since honed it into a weapon in its own way. One he's wielded just as often and as long as his spear. Longer, maybe. Which should really prompt a terrible comment on his partner, but he'll let that pass for now. ] I'd say you're about to get a better one, but as nice as my... assets are, I happen to think this is usually a better angle. Not that I mind either way.

Who says I didn't believe you?

[ Look - it's not his best comeback, but Claude's trying very hard to fight a losing battle of not being distracted by that gaze, the leg now propped up against him, everything. Still, the game they're still playing with each other calls for him looking thoughtful, eyes roaming over Sylvain from head to toe(ish) like he really needs a second appraisal to determine something he already knows: Sylvain looks good like this, and they're both aware the other respectively knows it. This is really just a poor excuse for one last full length appreciation before other things take precedence. ]

You do make a good case, I suppose. But - I think I'll save that longer view for another time. Like next time and maybe even on another night since you've already threatened me with a second date.

[ Gotta stick with the plan, after all, which includes leaving any teasing to words alone and sliding an oiled finger into Sylvain carefully to begin on working him open. And, with a kiss pressed to the inside of that knee leaning against him when Claude pulls that leg closer because it's too difficult to resist, ] something tells me the short view will still be more than worth it.

I'm pretty sure you don't believe anything anyone tells you without verifying it first yourself.

[ The words are offered in all teasing, even if he knows that doesn't make them untrue either. But he can also take advantage of the fact that this gives him a chance to keep admiring Claude as well, gaze sweeping over exposed flesh, flitting over a few of the visible scars he can see and wondering at them. But really just wishing he'd come back into reach so he could go back to touching and tasting his way along the length of his body. ]

Does that really count as a threat, though?

[ He might have teased more, in fact, but Claude proves to be very distracting as he starts to open him up and Sylvain lets his head fall back to the mattress again with a groan, making himself relax. But he does open one eye enough to peer up at him with a faint smirk. ] You don't have to be that careful, though. I'm not fragile.

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