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[philancer]

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

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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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. ]

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[ Meanwhile, he just rolls his eyes even if the effect is fully lost what with Sylvain not being able to see it. Maybe he can sense it anyway though considering Claude's hearing that statement as every bit as teasing as it's said. ]

In that case and to begin with as the first order of operations here, you should probably use more teeth.

[ Teasing Sylvain to end up with what he wants? Absolutely. And speaking of that. ]

And then secondly, while that's a very nice reminder all on its own I can think of an even better one you could offer me.

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[ He bites back a laugh at the first suggestion, because that wasn't subtle at all, Claude. ]

Oh? And what's that?

[ Even if he's pretty sure he can guess. ]

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Maybe I'd rather make you figure it out if you still need to.

[ On the plus side: at least that proclamation isn't anything Sylvain will find surprising since it's been the theme of... some months now. The months part isn't something he wants to dwell on since that requires more thought than he wants to put into it - and the same will probably also be true for later - so Claude redirects that right back into mild mischief. ]

Was I not forward enough already? Or, [ while tugging on Sylvain's hair again like he's somehow not getting enough attention here, ] maybe I just want to hear your suggestions, if I don't have to remind you something was said about bending me over something earlier in the night.

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Hmm. That is true. And considering it was such an important part of our conversation tonight, I feel we'd be remiss to leave it out of the evening's fun.

[ He grins as he leaves one more nipping kiss against Claude's throat before pushing himself upright once more and glancing down at him. And then around them. ]

Although the bed's really not the right angle for that. Hmm. [ A glance around the room before he starts snickering in amusement. ] Well. There's the desk, but I dunno, is that gonna give you too many 'Teach' fantasies I'm gonna have to start worrying about?

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Do you have Teach fantasies I should be worried about?

[ Volleying that one right back even if he's laughing too much to make it sound entirely serious. It's more rhetorical than anything considering there is no Teach here anywhere - not that Claude wants to tempt fate on that one like he might with anything else.

And not that he wants to be thinking about Teach right now either, so he props himself up on his elbows for his own survey of their options. There's not many given the consideration of the angle(s) involved, but they aren't entirely bereft of them. ]

Well. Aside from the desk if you can get over your fantasy fears, there's that if you want a view to go with it. [ With a point towards a dresser with a mirror that'll provide said view, and then with another point towards the set of double doors leading to the outside and a sizable smirk to go with it - ] Or there's the balcony railing if you feel like getting us kicked out of here, but that one might actually put an end to the night.

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Let's not risk plummeting to our deaths in a sex mishap on our first date, yeah? That's a little much, even for me.

[ He's conveniently not going to say a word about any Teach-related fantasies. Because honestly, he's pretty sure if even a single student in any of their Houses claimed not to have at least one of those, he'd call every single one of them a liar.

But he does give the mirrored dresser a speculative look, because that could be fun... ] Hmm, well, as long as it's not likely to give you a complex...

[ It's said teasingly, but he does push back off the bed to his feet once more and then hold out a hand to Claude with a smirk. ]

[godshattering]

I dunno, Sylvain. That might be just the sort of thing to make it even more memorable.

[ Well - minus the death part which Claude's assuming was hyperbole which is all the more reason to tease about it. And does he notice he put the qualifier in front of memorable in a slip to make it clear he was already considering it as much as he takes Sylvain's hand? Not really. ]

Wait, almost forgot something important. [ One brief lean back across the bed to retrieve the oil where he'd dropped it before they'd been otherwise occupied before holding it up with a quick waggle of it between a couple fingers. ] It'll be a little difficult to get started on your long held fantasy without it.

[ Meaning the desk, of course, and that's where Claude heads next - but not without taking his time on the way considering also much earlier in the night Sylvain wanted to enjoy such a view. Once at his destination he turns back around to face the other, leaning against it with his palms against its surface with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. ]

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[ Sylvain's never wished for Ignatz's skill with a paintbrush more than when he watches Claude lean back against that desk in nothing but those boots and a smirk. At least he has a very good memory.

He follows, drawn like a plucked tether, dark, hungry eyes taking in the sight of him like a man starving. It completely derails whatever he'd thought of retorting back - impressive, really - in favor of hemming him in against the edge of the desk, hands pressed to either side of him as he leans in to capture Claude's lips again in a rough, demanding kiss. But he can't not touch, which ends up with one hand sliding up to wind its way into Claude's hair again, fingers tangling and then gripping, angling him just right so he can deepen the kiss.

Apparently his impatience wasn't all the way sated after all. ]

[godshattering]

[ Something in how Sylvain eyes him for a second makes it very, very difficult to not feel immensely smug. As the other man approaches wordlessly Claude merely watches from beneath his lashes, smirk still present as strong arms find the desk next to him with the intent of keep him there and lasts right up until Sylvain's mouth finds his.

A pleased noise leaves him to sink straight into the intensity of that kiss as he meets it, and Claude's hands are the first to leave the desk with one hand coming to rest on a shoulder and the other on a bicep. A silly move since not one second later he's already contemplating shifting to pull him closer, but Sylvain beats him to it with that hand in his hair that generates a surprised inhale from him as the kiss deepens.

There is, just for an instant, the feeling of falling. Not in the physical sense as he's anchored in place, but something else. Something he doesn't want to put a name to like that'll keep it invisible and never to be seen again, something he feels anyway as his grasp on the other's shoulder tightens. Want is a powerful thing, and more so if one surrenders to it.

But Claude will always try to claw back control whenever there's the slightest opportunity for him to, and so even though it requires straining a bit against Sylvain's grasp in his hair - not that he's protesting that either when it pulls enough to send a small shiver of enjoyment through him - he leans back and catches Sylvain's bottom lip in his teeth with only enough pressure to catch his attention before releasing it. ]

Fuck me already.

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[ Sylvain had felt the swoop in his own stomach during that approach - and again, when Claude makes that pleased little noise against his lips. It only urges him to deepen the kiss further, determined to lose himself and the reality of that in the heat of the moment instead. One leg slips between Claude's thighs, pinning him back against the edge of the desk while he relishes the way his grip tightens in response.

He feels that little shiver when Claude strains against the fingers in his hair - something he recognizes because he knows just how that feels. Enjoys how easy it comes to read Claude like this, when he's normally such a struggle. A mystery. He's not sure if that's because he's so much more accustomed to picking up on subtle nuances like this or if Claude is actually being more open and honest in his reactions here than he normally allows himself. Sylvain's not complaining either way.

That nip to his lip has them curving into a smirk as he grinds his thigh up against Claude's cock where it's caught between them now, nipping at the man's lips in return. ]

Mmm. Yes, that was the plan, wasn't it? Stop being so distracting and we'll get there.

[ Even if he's pretty sure that's an impossibility at this point.

But he does pull back, enough to slide his hands down Claude's torso to his hips, and then not-so-gently manhandle him into turning around to face the desk. His hands guide Claude's to the far edge, the piece of furniture just wide enough to make them both bend at the waist over the surface to reach and he nudges Claude's legs a little wider, into the stance he wants. ]

Don't move. [ The words are murmured against the curve of Claude's ear before teeth nip at the lobe and then Sylvain withdraws, sliding back around behind him, out of his line of sight - but most definitely retrieving the bottle of oil on his way. ]

[godshattering]

[ There's barely enough time to react to Sylvain's leg slotting between his, the all too brief tease to his cock, teeth on his own mouth. What the other gets is something between an exhale and a laugh. Claude doesn't think he has to say aloud that being distracting is his favorite game for Sylvain to have already learned this several times over.

A shiver runs through him again, this time one of enjoyment and anticipation since none of that was a no. Another game: testing something which seems too good to be true just in case it is, even despite the entirety of the night before them and with what's still to come. The smirk will be lost on anyone else this time when he's spun around to face the desk and lets Sylvain maneuver him to be right where he wants him with no resistance, too pleased by all of it as he's leaned over the desk as requested.

But. Don't move is a specific instruction, it's true, and it's also an entirely different one than don't talk. ]

Or else what?

[ He's going to pair that with a look back over his shoulder all because he can just to flirt with where the line's drawn on the amount of moving when he's obediently keeping his hands where Sylvain placed them in the meantime. Surely that counts for something. Because of course Claude wasn't going to not be difficult at some point after all that compliance, and because he doesn't think it's unexpected by now. ]

Don't tell me you'd take away this desk's secret dream of being defiled by both of us after all this buildup.

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[ He wouldn't dream of telling Claude not to talk. At least not during sex. He's already enjoying what he can make spill from the man's lips in the heat of the moment - coherent or otherwise.

Still, he's not at all surprised when Claude's first response to that order is to immediately do the opposite of it. He'd pretty much expected that. Although he does give the man's ass a playful, chiding smack, the sound of it echoing louder in the room than the light force he'd barely put into it. ]

Mmm. No. But I might start dragging out giving you want even longer, each time you do anything else. And that would drastically cut into the time we have available to get to the rest of those items on the list.

[ He spills some of the oil into his palm, heating it against his skin before reaching down to slide his hand down over the curve of Claude's ass, parting flesh and then purposefully circling that tight ring of muscle with a questing fingertip. Not pressing into him at all just yet. He leans over his back, sucking redness into the back of one of Claude's shoulder, his smirk curved against the warm flesh. ]

If you continue to be difficult, we could just stay right here the rest of the night, but you were the one getting impatient a moment ago.

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[ One scoff - not a displeased one - immediately leaves his lips at the smack to his ass, and it's immediately followed by a louder one at the suggestion he's responsible for any slowness here. That's all Sylvain gets at first when he needs a second to formulate a better response.

There's a fine line to walk where he has to weigh that out carefully without too long of a pause, what with the ever present desire to be mouthy in response to anything vaguely phrased like a challenge and then actually making it one which could backfire. Backfire only in terms of taking too long since while stoking the flames of anticipation is one thing - impatience is another quick to override it as Sylvain draws things out intentionally and Claude grits his teeth temporarily to prevent any noise from escaping before he's picked a card to play. Two can certainly play this game. ]

We could, but I don't think you'll do that.

[ Confident, even as a familiar mouth presses into his shoulder with an expression he can feel without being able to see it. It's also said as eagerness has him leaning back against Sylvain's fingers when he's not going to pretend that isn't enjoyable despite preferring the one teasing him the most ventures farther. ]

Because I think you've pictured this too many times to stay only like this, especially when it doesn't earn you me calling out your name and knowing you caused it.