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INBOX text / action / horizon Roses are red, violets are blue,
and right now it seems I'm missing you.
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[philancer]

I'm pretty sure you've already been providing that all evening.

[ Claude's comment is countered easily and with a cheeky grin as he playfully gives the other man's form - still clad in the bet of the evening - a pointed once-over. He nudges the door shut behind him, leaving them in the quiet privacy of the room, and takes a few steps towards him where he waits at the balcony doors. ]

But I could have you thinking my reputation was all just idle gossip now. Besides. If I want to coerce you into a second date, I wanted to make a good impression. I seem to recall you being way out of my league, after all.

[ That hadn't had anything to do with it, actually. He'd just thought Claude would like the view from the jetty. It's also the reason he'd picked this room at the inn, as well. He'd wanted it to be... special. ]

[godshattering]

No, this, [ as he lifts one hand to wave it along his body in the exact path Sylvain's eyes had just traced, just to emphasize he'd noticed that and each and every other gaze like it, ] is just one view of many. And when I say 'many' I mean think of all the possibilities.

[ For a second he almost says aim higher, but that aligns a little too closely with the rest of what Sylvain's said and for that Claude needs a little more time to parse through whether it was supposed to be a compliment with an edge where the blade of it's something Sylvain's using on himself or if it simply sounded like it.

But. Now's not the time for that when the room's door is properly closed and Sylvain, despite dragging up his reputation once more, seems to be contemplating walking this way. And really - even as someone prone to overthinking anything and everything - Claude thinks that won't do. ]

If you need some help narrowing it down, let's start with this: you can either get on the bed, or you can sit here. [ Said paired with a gesture of his hand to each place in question, the latter being an oversized armchair in the nearest room corner with a nice view of the sea outside, not that he plans on either of them enjoying it for that right now. Maybe later. ] Your choice.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain's eyebrow arches upwards as his feet stop, giving him a moment to debate those possibilities. And while the chair looks plenty comfy...

He moves to sink down on the edge of the bed closest to Claude, leaning back to prop himself up on his hands as he grins at the other man. ] Figure I'd save future!me the delay of moving here eventually anyway. More possibilities over here. Although the chair does sound like fun. Maybe we can try that one out later.

[godshattering]

More possibilities on the bed, huh. Don't write the chair off so easily even with a 'later' thrown in there.

[ Teasing aside, that's all Claude needs to push off from where he'd been leaning against the balcony doors, smirk still as present as it has been through this exchange. Easy then to step forward himself, to use his hands to part Sylvain's knees if needed so he can stand between them.

And here might be where a pithy comment would fit or be expected, but instead Claude places both hands on Sylvain's jaw again to tilt his head up to kiss him as he leans down. Sight's not needed for this next part as he trails fingertips down Sylvain's neck towards his chest to remove his overcoat in one practiced motion to set it aside on some other part of the bed.

Next is the vest, ready as he is to get his hands beneath it despite undoing the buttons in no particular hurry one by one. Until the last one which seems to be sturdier than the rest for whatever reason and he breaks the barely started kiss to frown down at the particularly troublesome button. If it wasn't such a nice outfit - or someone's besides his own - he'd be tempted to sacrifice it to a fate of being sewn back on later. On second thought: anticipation works both ways. Making Sylvain suffer some of his clothes for a while longer isn't the worst idea.

To the belt buckle it is, though Claude lets his one rest there without any particular intent. Yet. The other hand goes to the back of Sylvain's head to tangle in his hair for a light tug in case his attention had wandered. ]

Your turn to share something, by the way.

[philancer]

Maybe I’m just building more anticipation for the ‘later’.

[ His grin is still cheeky, but then Claude is crossing the room towards him and he sits up a little straighter. Legs spread to accommodate Claude moving in between them and his hands slide up over his hips to rest at his waist as those clever fingers tip his head back for another kiss.

There’s no resistance in him, only a soft sound muffled against Claude’s lips as he chases them. And then the other man sets about stripping him out of his jacket and vest - or mostly, and he can’t help but grin a little impishly when one of the buttons proves uncooperative.

He doesn’t have time to laugh, however, because Claude’s hand shifts down over his belt instead and he gives a stuttered inhale, faint shiver slipping down his spine. One that repeats itself a moment later at the feel of fingers tangling in his hair, tugging. It has his eyes darkening a shade as he looks up at the man leaning over him.

Don’t worry, Claude, you have every bit of his attention right now. Although if you were expecting a clever retort to that response, he’ll end up disappointing you, caught off guard by the statement that didn’t match the rest of what he was currently paying attention to. ]

Huh?

[godshattering]

[ Sturdy hands coming to rest on his waist as certainly appreciated. That skip in the other's breath is very interesting, far more so than whatever avenue Claude was about to proceed down though when it seems like Sylvain doesn't follow it either - for whatever reason, since Claude can't say he truly cares in light of this - but he allows himself another smirk all the same rather than the chuckle that's threatening to slip out instead. ]

Not paying attention, are we? Hm. [ That's not the case and Claude knows it, apparent as it is that Sylvain's gaze is entirely focused on him. ] Don't worry, I can help with that.

[ No more belt as a resting place for now as he moves to set it on Sylvain's knee in another temporary measure. Now to clarify that prompt a little bit more. ]

I think you've already told on yourself about imagining this what with bringing up bending me over this or that at dinner. [ Because Claude certainly hadn't forgotten that either, and just to make his point he slides that hand on Sylvain's knee slowly along the inside of his thigh heading north. ] That's what I meant about sharing, considering I know that can't be all you've pictured.

[ More of a guess than a 'know' but if Sylvain's paying attention: Claude's telling on himself in terms of imagining things as well. ]

[philancer]

Oh, don't worry, I'm paying very close attention.

[ Claude's hand sliding up his thigh really doesn't make it any easier to get out anything coherent, but he manages it. Faint smirk lingering on his lips, his own hands shift, one sliding forward from his hips to rest against the outside of Claude's thigh, just below his hips. Where there just happens to be nothing between his palm and warm skin as he slides it up higher, under the blue fabric of the skirt.

It was only fair, after all, considering where Claude's hand was sliding. ]

You know that, huh? [ Amusement colors his voice as his thumb slides against warm skin he can't see, letting his hand slip back to playfully tug Claude a little closer. ] Not saying you're wrong, but since when did you pick up mindreading?

[ He's pictured a lot, Claude. Hazards of you having spent months being a terrible tease. Fortunately, he has a very vivid imagination. ]

[godshattering]

Of course you are.

[ Even if Sylvain somehow wasn't - Claude's not going to offer a chance for anything but complete attention. Of course, there's an obvious destination at the end of his hand's path. Which is also why Claude, in a different and likely equally predictable move, veers off the course at the last minute to trace the seam of where Sylvain's thigh meets his hip back along the outside of it after deciding fabric in the way won't do.

He's pulled a bit closer which gets another smirk from Claude before he leans in to steal an intentionally short kiss to cover up taking another step forward of his own. That hand of Sylvain's on the move is distracting, but not enough to throw him off from his mission yet. All the better for Claude to tug that offending and still mostly unbuttoned vest up enough to slip a couple fingertips beneath Sylvain's waistband to conveniently brush what little amount of skin is there.

Not enough for his liking since he'd rather the shirt wasn't in the way, but he can be patient. His hand once in red hair drops to the back of the other's neck to study him while sliding his fingertips along the inside of the waistband, and this time the belt buckle gets undone. ]

Who says it's mindreading when we've already been over what you can learn from watching someone? And trust me, I already know I'm right. [ The closure to the pants goes next and now with extra room to work, Claude slips his hand inside but no further and waits with his hand now resting on Sylvain's lower stomach. ] Might as well spit out whatever it is since you might like what you're rewarded with.

[philancer]

[ His stomach sucks in a little on an inhale as Claude's fingers tease against warm flesh but his dark eyes never leave Claude's face, a hint of a smirk still lingering on his lips. His hand slows, but only because it's slid around the back of Claude's thigh and rests there for a moment, heated and steady and out of sight. Teasing in the same way Claude's own fingers are - with the anticipation of what next? ]

You want me to start listing things now? We might be here a while... [ You shouldn't be shocked he has an entire list, either. ] At the moment, I want your hand to move a little lower. And for you to lean back down here so I can kiss you again.

[godshattering]

Implying that we aren't going to be here for a while anyway, I see.

[ There's a hum from him after that like he's actually disappointed or anywhere close to it since Sylvain's good as confirmed something else without him even having to ask. It's hardly a standoff that they're in with hands paused on each other, but Claude's well aware he could draw this out more.

The temptation to teach Sylvain to be a lot more specific in what he asks is certainly there given that 'a little' could mean a lot of different things and not just the obvious implication. Maybe he'll save that for later since for now he slips his hand down as requested to wrap his fingers around the base of Sylvain's cock in compliance but no further - yet - while leaning in with a smirk. ]

Better?

[philancer]

I hope we’re here for a very long time, but there are better things to be doing with our mouths.

[ Starting with kissing, at the very least. Even if that gets interrupted by the very audible inhale as warm fingers curl around the base of his half-hard cock. Hazards of Claude being a tease all night and his own anticipation getting the better of him. ]

It’ll do for a start.

[ He knows Claude means to keep dragging this out, so instead, his hands slide up to cup against the other man’s ass - one atop the skirt while the other is very much still beneath it. A short yank, meant to drag the leaning man the rest of the way between his legs and against him as his own thighs tighten slightly to trap him there. Freeing the hand on the outside of the skirt, he lifts it to thread fingers through dark hair… and then not so gently tug Claude the rest of the way down for that kiss.

It’s less soft and gentle this time. Now there’s a hint of demand, of impatience, as teeth scrape lightly against Claude’s lip as he delves deeper. That smirk really is going to drive him crazy before the night’s out. ]

[godshattering]

[ That inhale is gratifying in more ways than one but particularly how it undermines Sylvain's attempt at sounding casual about it being a start, or how Claude hears it as that anyway. It seems less so when he's yanked forward in a way which just makes his smirk grow wider, too content with that reaction of insistent hands and strong thighs around him. A start indeed and far from a bad one. ]

If you've been this hard for a while already, I think I'll just have to do something about that eventually.

[ It's probably for the best the decision he can't keep running his mouth is made for him. There's a pleased hum that escapes him though it ends up muffled against Sylvain's mouth on his and slipped into a kiss he much prefers. Being treated politely is nice and all, but the teeth against his lips as a warning, an invitation, maybe both, are much nice. He'll take it as an invitation, leaning forward more to meet Sylvain with just as much demand and enthusiasm as he pushes the kiss deeper yet.

And as for his hand: he'd meant that, and they've reached 'eventually' when a delay was more of a suggestion than any reality. At first he'd kept it still but now Claude moves it in an unhurried stroke along the length of Sylvain's cock to let the other harden in his grasp. He'll take his time, less to tease (for now) than to let Sylvain enjoy the sensation if he does, and the return stroke from tip to base is just as slow in anticipation of more attention to come. ]

[philancer]

Eventually, huh?

[ There's a wry note to his tone as he murmurs the words against Claude's lips, unwilling to break away from the kiss. He keeps him held close as he kisses him, tongue pressing in to taste and explore. It's rougher than before, than when they were in public. A little wilder, a little less controlled. The impatience is still lurking underneath, along with the curiosity, the need to explore every inch of him, to learn him.

The hand sliding against his cock has his breath stuttering again, skin sensitive beneath the heated touch, although he resists the urge to buck up into it, chasing the delicious friction of it. Instead, he shifts a leg and a moment later, he slides it in between Claude's legs and tugs the other man down to straddle his thigh. It spreads Claude's own legs enough for him to slip that hand beneath the skirt around to tease fingertips in over the line of his hip and down to the inside of his thigh, questing upwards from there. Exploring by touch alone, wandering up until he found what he was seeking in turn, with the intent to tease Claude in the same way. ]

[godshattering]

[ A grin's there and gone in a second after Sylvain speaks, the longest it's allowed before he's drawn in for another kiss. Something he doesn't mind at all since Sylvain is a good kisser, Claude's quickly discovered, or more like an excellent one.

And while he hadn't planned on taking a seat on Sylvain's lap quite yet, Claude puts up no resistance to being pulled down. Something his back will thank him for rather than continuing to lean, as fun as it had been to keep a distance for the purpose of teasing. Convenient that his hand's still on the back of Sylvain's neck since as much as he'd like to wind his fingers right back red hair, he'll forego it now to run his fingers down the side of it, along a collarbone, and then to take hold of the tie still helpfully in reach. ]

Is eventually not specific enough for you?

[ With another slow stroke of Sylvain's cock to make sure all of that focus is still on him as he trails a thumb across the head in what Claude knows isn't nearly enough. Before he can commit to something more, Sylvain's hand finds him and now it's time for his own breath to hitch. The benefit of wearing a voluminous skirt is that it'd hidden all of those noises from Sylvain had gone straight to his cock, but there's no concealing how hard he is now. And one of them might've exercised some restraint, but Claude doesn't bother as he shifts his hips to find more of Sylvain's touch with no hesitation while pulling away from the kiss again. ]

Maybe if you'd - [ pause to swallow back whatever noise Sylvain nearly dragged out of him - ] asked me about my plans for you are, you would've liked that answer better.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain hums, but its hard to tell if that’s in consideration for Claude’s words or in pleased surprise to have found him already hard and ready under his skirt. Feeling the other man press more firmly into that touch, shifting in against him, has his lips quirking up, pleased, as he finally breaks the kiss. But only to trail his lips back along a stubbled jaw, occasionally nipping at the warm flesh beneath his mouth.

He slips the fabric of Claude’s smallclothes out of the way to stroke fingers along the underside of his cock. Not missing the way his own breath hitches in response, or that his words stutter over what he’d been about to say. Although he’s disappointed you didn’t let him hear that noise, Claude. He’s going to have to make sure to drag the next one out of you.

Still, by the time Claude gets that sentence out, Sylvain’s lips are already curving into a smirk once more. An echoing stroke of his fingers as they curl about the base, a slight twist of his wrist to tease with further friction. ]

Oh, you must have had some very entertaining plans indeed. Now I’m curious. [ Shifting his thigh slightly to rub up against Claude from beneath him, he continues to stroke him slowly, watching his face. ] What have you been plotting, Claude?

[godshattering]

I dunno why you're talking about my plans in the past tense when I'm not. They haven't changed unless you're asking because your deepest desire is to only come once.

[ This feels important to mention even if there's a chance Sylvain hadn't meant that quite as literally as Claude's taken it. They are, after all, doing their best to distract each other. Why not add as many layers as possible to it?

The touch he's offered isn't enough even if it's fair payback for the languidly slow pace at which he's been stroking Sylvain. As much as he'd like to shift again to follow the contact Sylvain gives him, Claude wills himself to stay in place though the fingers he curls into the other man's shirt likely give something away. That'd be too much of a reaction even if he looks down at the other man with eyes half-lidded after leaning back to catch his gaze, though that contemplation's reserved entirely for Sylvain as he pauses with his hand halfway up the other's length. ]

I could always make you guess what they are since you're the one who mentioned there being so many possibilities for the bed. Maybe I'll even let you try whatever it is if you guess correctly.

[ While he's pretending to give Sylvain time to think it over, Claude resumes moving his hand and this time at a faster pace - but also with a far looser grasp so at least half of those touches are too light for anything other than letting Sylvain know the proximity of where his hand is. Or could be. ]

[philancer]

Oh, I think between the two of us, we can come up with way more ideas than that.

[ His thumb traces over and around the head of Claude's cock, adding to the stimulation as he strokes him steadily. Taking in that half-lidded gaze with a curve of lips, the way Claude keeps himself from moving, just as Sylvain had earlier. But as Claude goes on to prompt for him spilling more of those possibilities, he gives a low, husky laugh and shifts once more.

But this time it's a twist of his torso as he brings Claude with him, toppling the other man sideways onto the mattress until he can reverse their positions. Claude on his back on the bed with Sylvain leaning over him, one knee presses to the mattress between his thighs. And the skirt of the damned dress riding up to show even more skin. Although his hand never moves away, distracting all in its own as he smirks down at the other man. ]

If you're still thinking this much, I'm clearly doing something wrong. [ His gaze is already flitting down the sight now splayed out before him in appreciation. And maybe calculation on where to start. ]

[godshattering]

[ He'd been toying with tipping them back further onto the mattress, what with it seeming like all the space around them going to waste being a shame, but Sylvain beats him to it. The second the other twists he's already following with a grin that grows a little wider since the sight of Sylvain over him is certainly a nice one.

One eyebrow's arched at the mention of thinking this much but before Claude can make some comment about now which one of them is lost in contemplation given how he can practically see those calculations written across Sylvain's face. But then, there's always something else first with how that gaze is trailing over him. ]

There'd be a much better view if you got me out of this dress like you'd promised.

[ Promised in the loosest sense of the term, that is, and not that he's going to really give Sylvain a chance to think about it. He might be somewhat pinned in place - not that he minds that at all - but with enough room still free, Claude wraps a leg around Sylvain's waist to pull him closer. One hand goes into the other's hair to keep him there and he brings the other to join Sylvain's, except now he wraps it around both of their cocks for a faster pace than before. All followed by rocking his hips up for even more friction which gets a noise in the back of his throat while watching Sylvain's face. ]

Think I'd rather have you on your back at some point. Or on your hands and knees.

[philancer]

Did I promise that?

[ There’s a grin in his words as Claude hooks a leg around him to draw him in closer and he lets himself be pulled, although he’s still bracing his weight on his arms and a knee, keeping Claude’s thighs helpfully spread.

The feeling of Claude’s fingers stroking both of their cocks together is enough to get a husky moan from him, as well, eyes going dark as he rocks down into that friction, grinding down against the other man. The fingers in his hair hold him in place, but he strains enough against it to steal another hungry kiss, relishing the tug and pull of it. The feeling of Claude keeping him right where he wanted him. It’s a surrender of control he rarely allows. Not without a lot of trust. Which, unfortunately, is something he could rarely afford in the bedroom.

He smirks against Claude’s lips, however, another teasing rock of his hips down against the man’s own arousal. ]

We’ve got all night. Pretty sure there will be plenty of time for you to have me in as many ways as you want me.

[godshattering]

[ At the question of a promise there's a roll of his eyes though it's not much of one. Mostly because it's interrupted by that moan that makes it impossible to think of anything else but Sylvain and more so when there's hips meeting his before he can lift his own again.

There might've been an expletive on the tip of his tongue but it's cut off by lips on his and instead it goes into that kiss along with a moan due to that friction both being good and not enough. At that smirk afterwards his grip in Sylvain's hair tightens for a second, but then he considers what's said while catching the other's bottom lip between his teeth for a second. ]

Is that a promise? [ Claude steals an intentionally lighter kiss this time, though afterwards he doesn't drop back right away to instead grin against Sylvain's mouth. ] I'm not gonna say no to getting what I want.

[ Even if the implication's as clear as it could be - or maybe isn't really at all, given that those hips are entirely too distracting - getting what he wants will certainly benefit Sylvain or so he intends. More than Claude might want to think about, really, were he capable of following any other train of thought besides more contact, another roll of hips to match a hand in a more insistent pace.

Except. There's still one idea tied to all of this equally pressing in his mind. ]

Which way to start then eventually in that 'all night' mentioned, you on your back so I can ride you or you on your knees so I can fuck you?

[philancer]

Somehow I didn't think you would. [ That smirk is very audible in his voice now as he gets the words out between nipping kisses and the teasing rock of his hips, driving them both to distraction with the sensation. ] And I suppose I could be persuaded to give my word on that one. It is mutually beneficial, after all.

[ Reluctantly tearing his lips away, he only moves far enough to trail kisses back along Claude's stubbled jaw and then down his throat, lips and teeth leaving faintly reddened skin in his wake. He groans at the suggestions Claude breathes out, hips stuttering as his hands move to roam once more, sliding down over Claude's hips, shifting the angle of his own movements the next time he rocks down onto him. ]

All good options. Let's not forget still bending you over the nearest convenient surface. And if I don't feel you spilling down my throat at least once tonight, I'm calling the whole night a loss. Fair warning.

[godshattering]

[ Persuasion gets a laugh from him since - to Claude - it sounds like all that's needed is a little nudge that direction. He means to go in for yet another kiss but then there's teeth against his neck that earn Sylvain a shiver when they pass over a particularly sensitive spot. Whatever comment Claude had is lost to that groan from the other man, the stutter he can feel, and that there's hands moving over him and he's never been quite so dismayed to have fabric still in the way. Impatience has him arching slightly in search of more. ]

Well, what are you waiting for? [ That is decidedly not nearly as nonchalant as he'd aimed for it being, but Sylvain can have that small victory since he can't think of a way to make it less so. ] Time to put your ideas and your mouth to use since I'd hate to throw away the whole night otherwise.

[ He withdraws the hand stroking them both to place it on the duvet beneath him as further encouragement. But then one more realization strikes Claude first, and before Sylvain moves or before he gets too far away that hand in the other's hair is abandoned to take ahold of his chin to hold his attention in the briefest flash back to the desert. ]

Don't touch yourself. I want to be the one to get you off.

[philancer]

[ Normally, there'd be a 50/50 chance on whether or not Sylvain would actually let that slide. Too used to controlling the situation when he was in the bedroom, he was far more accustomed to being the one giving the orders. But there was something in the way Claude holds his gaze, his fingers warm along his jaw, that has him stilling, the instinctive retort that had jumped to the tip of his tongue dying before he could give it voice.

He licks his lips, throat working around a thick swallow, before he manages a faint nod and a quirk of his lips. As if that hadn't been the hottest command he'd ever heard Claude utter. ]

I think that can be arranged.

[ Okay, so maybe his voice gave away a little more than he liked over how much that had affected him, but his fingers have dropped to tease against Claude's cock once more in a hopeful distraction so maybe he won't pick up on it.

Still, there's something amusing in sliding the soft fabric of the skirt higher up on Claude's hips to get it out of his way as he shifts back down the bed, still kneeling between Claude's legs. Hands follow his progress, skimming a light caress down over hips and then along the inside of his thighs as Sylvain bends to trail kisses up the inside of heated flesh. Teasing closer as he goes.

It's only fair, he thinks.

Still, when he does reach Claude's very obvious arousal, there's no hesitation in him as he slides his hand away and leans in to lick a hot stripe up the underside of his cock, pausing to swirl his tongue around the tip as he glances up the length of Claude's body. ]

[godshattering]

[ Oh, it was noticed. Even though Sylvain's hands on him and all of those touches are distracting in the best ways, they aren't enough for Claude to forget that telltale swallow or the change in his voice that pointed to something different than 'I think' suggests alone.

Those details are filed away for later but still within easy reach to pull out again with all the others he's picked up. For now it's enough to watch the hands moving over him with far too light of a touch for his liking as Sylvain works a trail with his mouth to a destination. The end isn't quite the obvious but the tongue working over him more than earns a moan as his thighs tense in lieu of lifting his hips again. At first, because when Sylvain's tongue moves across the head of his cock there's the slightest shift suggesting it's barely being resisted.

And just as importantly: that heated look he receives is a problem because he knows Sylvain knows exactly how effective it'll be, and now the smallest groan of frustration escapes him even if he might regret giving that way. ]

Now who's being a tease?

[ Claude knows that's the point. It's not going to stop him from lightly complaining to spur the other on like they both aren't enjoying this, or from winding his fingers into the fabric beneath his hands rather than putting them into Sylvain's hair again. Not without more first. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]