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and right now it seems I'm missing you.
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[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.

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[ 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. ]

[godshattering]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[godshattering]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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?

[godshattering]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

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. ]

[godshattering]

[ 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.

[philancer]

[ 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?

[godshattering]

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.

[philancer]

[ 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?