Inbox: Abraxas

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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]

[ He'd already been unraveling before then, although he'd been holding back by sheer force of will. Not ready to come yet, not until Claude was close, too. Not wanting this to end, even if he was fairly certain they were still far from done with tonight.

But he knows it's inevitable, even before Claude shifts behind him, stretching out along his back as he braces a hand near Sylvain's own. It gets a keening whine from him, because Claude still brushes repeatedly over sensitive nerves with each thrust, but the new angle still manages to take him deeper. And yeah, he's definitely going to be feeling this tomorrow, but that's the most delicious acknowledgement he could possibly make right now and he craves that with a fierceness that overwhelms his own need to come.

Of course, then he feels Claude's lips trailing up the back of one shoulder as he maintains that rough, devastating rhythm. He shifts a little more to make room for him, keep the angle just right between them. And one hand shifts sideways slightly to grasp overtop the one bracing Claude's own weight atop the mattress, because it's the only piece of Claude in range for him to grasp onto, to ground himself with. Wanting, needing to touch him, even if it's a faint a cling as this.

And then fingers wrap around his cock, stroking him with a firm, sure stroke and it has his vision whiting out at the added stimulation, overloading his senses and sending him spiraling. The words uttered in his ear in that breathy, husky rasp are the final nail in the coffin, as it were. He's caught between all of it, the sharp thrusts of Claude's cock, relentless in its torment, clever fingers drawing even more pleasure out of him after having avoided his cock all this time - and that familiar voice in his ear, sounding just as wrecked as he feels.

He doesn't know which to chase, can't, his hips stuttering as he cries out, sharp and broken for a moment before his body spills over the edge without even his permission. Not that he needed it, apparently, with Claude's command echoing in his ears. He spills over those fingers, body clenching tight in reaction, the shudder of orgasm shivering through every inch of his body, pleasure leaving him blinded and dizzy with the intensity of it for a moment. ]

[godshattering]

[ When Sylvain's hand brushes his Claude reaches to link their fingers on instinct to wind them both back into the sheets, one more connection between them despite all the others ongoing. It's not - if he was able to think about it - the kind of thing he would normally do. The sort of thing that's intimate, especially given that it's such a small gesture to start with that could slip unseen between grander ones. That there's no hesitation means something beyond trying to give Sylvain what he wants.

Something that'll stay an unknown because all he focuses on is the sounds the other man is making, to keep his hand moving over his cock up and down his length to match thrusting into him again and again even as those hips stutter in indecision. Sylvain's name slips from his lips again, a small plea for him to let go, that he'll catch him in the fall. That cry drags another moan from him even before the other's body tightens around him in a telltale sign as Sylvain comes over his hand.

Claude fucks him through it to make whatever aftershocks he can give last as long as he can manage, but feeling Sylvain come fully undone beneath him is enough for Claude to let go of his last bit of willpower he'd been holding onto as tightly as the hand over his. He'd held onto it to make sure Sylvain came first, an unspoken promise even if it was made only on his end, but the sounds and feeling around him is more than enough to push him to his own orgasm when Sylvain's pleasure only adds exponentially to his own.

It's not that much longer before he comes as well, spilling inside of him with a last few thrusts and a cry of his own. The intensity of it makes everything narrow to the two of them alone with everything else forgotten and falling away, and Claude has to drop his forehead down to press it between Sylvain's shoulders so he can catch his breath once he remembers to inhale. An exhaled curse - an entirely pleased one - goes with it that Claude feels really sums up everything for now.

There's probably a smart remark coming just as soon as he remembers what sentences are again. Or how to think. Maybe both. The same goes for moving since that'll also have to wait. ]

[philancer]

[ The aftershocks are only more drawn out when Claude doesn't stop moving and Sylvain relishes that, too, even when nerves are sparking, overloaded with stimulation, muscles trembling. It's a good thing he's already braced on his forearms, forehead resting against the mattress, because he would have likely faceplanted in the aftermath.

Even now, he gasps raggedly for air, sharp inhales yanked into his lungs in between the final few thrusts Claude makes before he can feel the other man coming as well. He groans out a curse of his own, weight braced so that when Claude slumps against his back, they don't both go tumbling. His body still shudders and clenches as the aftershocks continue to roll through him, no doubt setting off a chain reaction, since he knows Claude will be sensitive after his own orgasm. But he doesn't want to move yet, either, because this is perfect. ]

Yup. I am definitely going to be feeling this tomorrow, in all the best ways.

[godshattering]

Told you.

[ There it is. Or there part of it is since that's far and away from what else could be said, but for once - Claude goes with the first thing that comes to mind. That's easier when they're both still sensitive and all those movements around him cause his breath to hitch with each one making it all the more difficult to catch.

Not that he minds in the least. Claude has to smother a grin against Sylvain's back next when he finally moves enough to press a proper kiss to the skin beneath him rather than settling for far smaller brushes here and there which he can admit - to himself - weren't nearly enough. With that in mind, one leads to another as he moves across freckles slowly, working his way up and across wherever he can reach, only stopping when it comes to the point where either Sylvain will have to sit up or he'll have to pull out to reach him which doesn't sound as appealing as staying like this for a while longer.

That doesn't mean he can't still tease. Just a little. ]

Hopefully you're still going to do the same to me. In a while, that is, since a wise man said there's no rush since we have the whole night. Or something like that.

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Maybe when I can move again. Although moving sounds like the worst possible option right now.

[ There's a grin in his voice, but a moment later he manages to turn his head enough to peer back over his shoulder teasingly at Claude. ]

Not that I could anyway. Comfortable?

[godshattering]

Now that you mention it, I could go for a nap.

[ Maybe it's a hint, maybe it's not, but Claude is going to take the chance to use Sylvain's shoulders as a pillow and shut his eyes now that the other can (kind of) see it happening. That's complete with leaning the rest of his weight on him just to add to the act.

Something he keeps up for all of two seconds before sitting back up. The plan - not that there was much of one - hadn't been to keep Sylvain in place, but faking sleep for thirty whole seconds or less was enough of a confirmation that even if neither of them want to move, lying down hardly counts for that. Easy enough then to sit up first to help Sylvain up to do just that before stretching out next to him. ]

It's not as comfortable as before, but I suppose this'll do for now.

[philancer]

Oof.

[ Sylvain drops his head back to the mattress, as if he needs the extra support beneath Claude's suddenly increased weight. Which isn't that much more at all, really, but he'll play along anyway.

But when Claude pulls out - something he doesn't bother to bite back a disappointed whine over - he rolls onto his side and reaches for him, dragging him back against his chest to let him use that as a pillow in replacement instead. ]

Are you saying I've worn you out already?

[godshattering]

[ Claude's sort of attempting to stretch his back, mostly by doing so in place, and is about to prop an arm behind his head when suddenly: there's arms around him moving over. A flicker of surprise crosses his face though it's gone a split second later, since - well. It's unexpected, but it's not unpleasant at all. There's maybe a slight sort of smile to go with it though it's (probably) mostly lost to get comfortable against Sylvain's chest. ]

I'm not the one who said they couldn't move. [ If it'd been a slight smile before, now he's just grinning and there's no disguising it in his voice either, especially as he tilts his head back for a kiss to where Sylvain's neck meets his shoulder. ] Not to mention one of us requires a lot less sleep than the other if the last few months are anything to go by.

[ Yes, he's counting that in his favor. ]

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That would be me. Since I actually sleep. Someone else has an awful lot of that napping to catch up on.

[ His smirk is audible in his voice as he chuckles and combs his fingers through Claude's dark hair, letting him do whatever he wanted. He doesn't mind teasing Claude about this. Even if Claude only gets half the joke, he's pretty sure. He doesn't think the other man has figured out yet that sometimes Sylvain "helps" him get to sleep.

What he doesn't know about, he can't yell at Sylvain for. ]

[godshattering]

Sleep's overrated.

[ Or something like that, just another line tossed out as expected. Claude's less interested in defending his insomnia now that Sylvain's seen its extensiveness and including that Abraxas has become a place where he can actually catch naps now and then that are actually restful. Strange, since he didn't see that coming upon arriving and it'd taken a while to happen, but if it means more time to read or roam late at night while everyone's asleep: he's certainly not going to complain.

And since Sylvain isn't complaining about the lips on his neck, Claude's going to take that as permission to advance again. Here's one kiss a bit further up followed by another in short order before something occurs to him and he lifts one of his legs slightly just enough to be noticed since there's some all important boots there. ]

Besides, I didn't leave these on just to sleep in, fun as that might be all on its own.

[philancer]

[ Seriously, if he thought he could get away with it, Sylvain would be spelling him to sleep every eight hours. But Claude's way too observant for that, so he still uses is sparingly - and carefully - to instead keep getting away with it as long as possible. He's not sure how Claude would react, honestly. On one hand, he seemed to be doing better with the snatches of sleep Sylvain helped sneak in. And on the other, Sylvain was a little worried he'd be furious for putting him in a vulnerable potion like that or something. Even if it was in their shared room. He'd rather not risk it.

So he just hums noncommittally and picks his head up enough to watch the movement of Claude's boot-clad foot behind him, a grin curving across his lips. ]

And here I thought you were just worried about getting cold feet...

[godshattering]

You know... you're right.

[ First he pauses, lips still sort of pressed against Sylvain's neck as he says this like a very worrisome epiphany is occurring to him. Which it has, in some ways, considering Claude's going to run with this opportunity. Next he shivers dramatically as if there's even a remote chill in the room (and that even if there was, as if it wouldn't be offset by being pressed up against one very warm Faerghan) before leaning back enough in said Faerghan's grasp to make sure his face can be seen.

What's on his mind is an awful line. He knows it - Sylvain is about to know it - and yet: Claude schools his features into a perfectly pleading look he'd perfected long ago. It's all capped off with putting on his best doe eyes he might've just learned from Hilda and her own set of tactics. ]

You'll keep me warm, won't you?

[philancer]

[ He knows Claude is winding up to something, that dramatic pause building up the silence he lets hang between them as he picks his head up

The culmination, combined with the look Claude shoots him, has him blinking down at him for a moment, even as his brain stutters and stumbles over that request.

The sound that escapes him a moment later is more snicker than giggle, but a moment later it's blossomed into full-fledged laughter as his head falls back to the pillow, the sound rumbling through the chest Claude is currently sprawled across. ]

Oh, that's it, I've clearly been the worst sort of influence on you. We're all doomed.

[ He rolls them over, however, pinning Claude to the bed beneath him, now sprawled across the other man's chest and in between his legs. Feeling the leather of those boots against his thighs. He smirks down at him, all impish humor and playful confidence. ]

Although I'm pretty sure I could manage that much, at least.

[godshattering]

[ That reaction is more than worth it considering the whole point was in hopes of garnering it. Something small to toss out for laughs and here's the proof it worked as after a moment where Sylvain looks at him with deserved incredulity he laughs so hard he has to lie back. It's not the first time he's made Sylvain laugh, not by far, but somehow it's more satisfying now.

Or maybe that's all due to something else when they're rolled over and he has to try not to grin in the process. It'd ruin the whole effect. ]

Are you a bad influence, or did I just get you to do what I wanted? Hm. [ Hold that thought for a chance to put on airs like he's reflecting upon this at great length as he reaches up to brush red hair back from the other's face. ] Maybe I wanted you to put me on my back as part of my plans all along.

[ That's yet another line of a different variety, but the shift in position sure is helpful for wrapping his arms around Sylvain's shoulders with a smirk to pull him down for a kiss. ]

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Ahh, yes, one of your infamous clever plans. [ Sylvain just grins down at him before letting himself be pulled down for another kiss. ] Well, considering how much this particular one benefits me, I suppose I’ll allow it. Just this once.

[ That’s absolutely a lie. Claude could probably talk him into just about anything, after all. But for now, he presses Claude back down against the mattress once more, pinning him there beneath him as he kisses him slow and deep. Some of the earlier haste and impatience has abated, but none of his hunger as he tastes and explores and claims the other man’s mouth for his own. ]

[godshattering]

[ There's a hint of a grin at Sylvain's words, over just this once being not much of a threat or not one he's going to take seriously, though any trace of it's gone by the time their lips meet. The weight over him is nice as the other settles, and being pinned there certainly isn't anything he's going to complain about.

The same goes for Sylvain deepening the kiss before he can that has Claude letting a pleased noise reverberate out into it. There's no rush to the rest of the night. He could certainly draw things out. Yielding to that exploration is so much better as is winding a hand into red hair to encourage Sylvain on.

It flits through his mind briefly that beyond being pursued - something the last few months was full enough of - there's something else to feeling wanted. But that's something that doesn't belong here; maybe it's still a game. Maybe he shouldn't be thinking about it at all.

Better to move one of his legs he'd absently draped over one of Sylvain's without noticing it until now to trail the leather of that boot slowly against skin moving upwards with the intent of winding it around the other's waist. ]

[philancer]

[ The move earns Claude a husky groan, the sound muffled into the kiss. The slide of smooth leather against his thigh is a different sensation than what's come before, a delicious contrast to the heat of flesh pressed against heated flesh.

He nips at Claude's lower lip, playful, and lets one hand slide up to tangle in dark hair as well, tipping his head back as he trails nipped, sucking kisses back along his jaw. ]

I think I've found a flaw in our otherwise brilliant plan.

[godshattering]

[ It's a good thing Sylvain pulls back because the smirk that overtakes his face in response to that groan would've broken that kiss immediately. Before Claude can find something to say a hand in his own hair easing his head back is too difficult to resist, as is the hum of appreciation for those lips working their away across his jaw with skill.

And - right. He's supposed to say something here instead of just keeping his eyes partway shut to enjoy the feeling, as if the slightly too long pause isn't already giving him away. ]

And what might that be?

[ Is he listening for a response? Sort of. He might be more distracted with leaning his head back more to make sure Sylvain has enough space to keep moving. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain has plenty of room and he takes advantage of it, sucking redness into the skin beneath his lips before answering. ]

Despite having all this time tonight, there's no way we're going to fit in everything we want to do in a single night. Which means... [ Another light bite, to the curve of flesh where throat meets shoulder. ] You really are going to be stuck with me for a 'next time'. Which, I know, is such a hardship, but...

[godshattering]

[ There's a second where, even if the pause still involves a mouth on his neck, that's just long enough for Claude to wonder if there is, somehow, actually a flaw. Maybe something he hadn't accounted for, something somehow overlooked, but then Sylvain answers and he opens his eyes to blink at the ceiling for a moment before resisting the urge to laugh as a shiver of enjoyment runs through him thanks to those teeth. ]

Oh no, however will I survive? [ Claude doesn't even bother to make that sound serious what with deliberately putting a grin in his voice and tugging lightly on Sylvain's hair to encourage him on. ] What rotten luck. Though I suppose it depends on whether you're promising me the next time or not.

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Mmm, just like that, huh? I don't even need to wager or dare you into it. I'm flattered.

[ His answering grin is more than audible in his voice as he worries the skin under his teeth a little, leaving a mark that will definitely be visible for at least tomorrow. ]

I can probably be persuaded to make that promise. Those aren't something I give lightly, after all.

[godshattering]

[ That just earns Sylvain a tsk like he's somehow been ruffled by such a statement. ]

Kinda think I should be the one flattered, since-

[ Hold that thought since it's interrupted by a decidedly none too subtle inhale when those teeth mark his neck, and there's no covering for it when his grip on Sylvain's hair tightens in the same instant. Which, well: there goes that train of thought as he has to scramble for another one.

What was Sylvain saying? Right - promises, or something. ]

Persuaded, huh. Wasn't that what me leaving the boots on was for?

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[ He's going to take the fact that he just completely derailed Claude's entire train of thought as a very high compliment.

But he just grins, and then makes a muffled sound of his own when fingers tighten their grip on his hair and tug in a delightful way. ]

Those are pretty persuasive, you're right. Alright, then you have my promise. Whatever we don't have the time - or stamina - for tonight, we'll definitely save to carry over to this infamous 'next time'.

[godshattering]

[ In another other situation, Claude would take a second to preen - obnoxiously - about Sylvain first saying it'll take effort to get a promise only to turn around and do it anyway in nearly the same breath. Sure, there's a good chance it's all just words, but the only reason he doesn't is there's more important things at hand. ]

Does that mean I should teasing you about time or stamina by devoting so much of either one to my neck right now?

[ Is he complaining? Not really - and it's too late to pretend like it given what came seconds before it. This was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. ]

[philancer]

Mmm. Maybe I'm just really possessive and want to leave a reminder of tonight.

[ The words come out light and teasing, but he's actually surprised to find they ring a little true. Which is really weird to contemplate, considering he's never been the possessive sort at all. ]