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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]

[ Each one of those shudders comes with a clench of muscles around Sylvain's own cock, able to feel the pleasure he sends shivering along the other man's nerves as those noises he earns get louder. More breathless and strained. He knows Claude is getting closer even before he reaches back to sink nails into his shoulder, drawing a quiet hiss from Sylvain at the sharp sensation.

It just adds to everything Sylvain is already feeling, a momentary grounding to help him hold on a few moments more, to see Claude tip over that edge. And it's as beautiful a sight as he thought it would be, the man's head thrown back as he loses himself for a moment, more, in the pleasure that Sylvain gave him. An achievement he's more than a little smug about, because he doesn't think there's very many Claude would ever let see him like this.

But it's a short-lived thought, because this all feels too good and he'd clung to his own control for as long as he could. The feeling of Claude coming undone beneath him, around him, his name a hoarse cry on those lips, is more than enough to unravel the last threads of his own resistance and he fucks into Claude deep, riding the waves of the other man's orgasm, chasing his own. It doesn't take long before he's spilling with a deep shudder, fingers biting in maybe a little too tight in their grip around Claude's wrist without realizing it. Claude's name a choked curse on his lips as the pleasure washes through him, leaving him spent and more than a little weak in the knees.

Releasing his grip on Claude's wrist, he braces himself on one arm atop the desk, slumped over Claude's back as he drags ragged gasps of air into his lungs. His forehead rests between Claude's shoulderblades, pressed against his back as his breath puffs against warm skin. ]

Fuck.

[ Yeah, that about sums it up. ]

[godshattering]

[ Sylvain chasing his pleasure drives gasp after gasp out of him, each thrust playing upon sensitive nerves in a way that rides the line between pleasurable and too much just as everything else has. Which is to say: all of it is every bit as enjoyable as he presses back against Sylvain as much as he can again. It has him reluctantly letting go of the other's shoulder, much as he wants to keep his fingers sunk into it to mark him even more, because he has to put that palm down to make sure he stays standing even with the help of the other man's grasp around him.

He can tell Sylvain's close and if he could manage words, there'd be plenty that he'd offer like any number of those plans from before. What he has to offer is encouraging him on until he feels the other man coming, something that brings a grin to his face that only gets wider when Sylvain slumps against him to catch his breath. ]

Now who can't move?

[ Not a complaint. Claude's more than smug in his own way since he'll have to settle for putting that grin of satisfaction over everything into his voice. Or maybe into teasing Sylvain a bit more to go with it, tightening a bit around his likely still sensitive cock for the sensation even as it causes his own breath to hitch when it doubles back to get him too.

Which is, of course, all the more reason to do it again or until Sylvain tells him to stop, though the next one has him putting his own arm forward to brace himself against the desk. That also provides a chance to admire the light finger marks around his wrist before idly resting his hand overtop Sylvain's without really thinking about the action, spurred on by some subconscious urge for more contact. ]

That makes two of us. Hope you're ready to carry me back to bed when we can both manage it.

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Both of us, clearly.

[ The words are murmured into the flushed, damp skin of Claude's back, but his grin is still audible all the same.

There's a soft hiss when Claude tightens around him, body shuddering in the aftershocks still from his orgasm and nerves all too sensitive still in the aftermath of intense pleasure. He lifts his head enough to nip sharply at Claude's shoulder in chiding. ]

It's going to take longer, if you keep doing that.

[ Not telling him no, however. Not that he would anyway. It still feels incredible, even if his body is all but humming from the stimulation and the lingering spasm that shiver through his muscles. The nip turns to sucking kisses, marking his way up the back of Claude's shoulder to his throat once more. ]

Goddess. You're fucking gorgeous when you come. I knew you would be.

[godshattering]

If that was meant to dissuade me, it's not working.

[ Another grin makes its way onto his face and into his words again, and the same goes for when teeth find his shoulder. They find it all too briefly in his opinion and that hiss and shudder from Sylvain were nice but also not enough. Time to tighten around him once more.

Turns out Claude didn't have long to wait for more from the other's mouth as it travels over him, and there's an all too pleased hum when those clever lips find his throat. It only takes but a second before he tips his head back to lean it as best he can against Sylvain's shoulder to open up more space. ]

I am, aren't I. [ Now he's playing this particular level of smugness mostly for laughs and to entertain them both as he runs the fingers of his free hand up as much of Sylvain's arm as he can reach before resting it against the back of his neck to keep him close. ] Though that just means I still need to see you come rather than feel it alone. I want the full experience when I'm sure it's every bit as wonderful as it sounded. Something I think we'd better fix in the morning, don't you?

[philancer]

Wore you out that much, did I?

[ There's a playful note in his voice as he nips at Claude's earlobe, letting his hands free at last so he can wrap them around Claude's torso. He suspects the desk isn't going to be very comfortable the longer they lean on it - especially for Claude - so after another moment of catching his breath he - reluctantly - pulls out of the other man.

And then, just because Claude had teased him about it, swept the other man over one shoulder so he could carry him back to the bed and drop him on his ass on the mattress with a smug little smirk. He spares a moment to drink in that sight - a naked Claude spread out before him, clearly spent and still flushed from pleasure, reddened love bites very visible on his skin - before crawling up beside him and stretching out so he can kiss him once more. Finally. It had been the only downside to their positioning. He hadn't been able to see Claude's face well, either, or claim his mouth in the midst of pleasure.

Not that he minded hearing all those delicious sounds completely unmuffled in exchange. ]

Are you sure you're going to be up to moving that much, come morning?

[godshattering]

[ There's no chance to respond to that mildly snarky comment before he's swept up in Sylvain's arms in a rare lack of foresight, and the action gets a startled yelp from him. Just as quickly he's deposited back on the bed which naturally demands an equally dramatic oof as he goes. Claude's tempted to reach to take the boots off before they get too comfortable and he ends up sleeping in them - but then stops himself when he notices Sylvain's none too subtle admiration. And he can hardly ruin the other's view just like that, can he?

The start of a grin stretches across his face upon watching Sylvain crawl closer until it's interrupted by a mouth on his that's far too easy to lean into. There's that undercurrent of something he's not naming beneath it as he rests one hand on Sylvain's nearest bicep and the other curved around a strong jaw. ]

I said I wanted to feel it tomorrow, didn't I? You certainly delivered on that and then some, because I know you're going to gloat about it. [ Mumbled against those lips with maybe the hint of a smirk before he closes that barely there distance for another kiss since that feels like it needs it. Like it's more than necessary. ] Gloat while you can, though, since I plan on doubling down on it in the morning. For you, that is.

[philancer]

[ That warning - threat? - gets a husky chuckle from him as he obligingly kisses him more, mouth possessive against Claude's own as he lets his hand slide up to cradle against his cheek. The impatience of earlier has calmed into something slower and languorous, lazy almost, as he takes advantage of this closeness and the freedom to do... well, whatever he wants, it seems. ]

Oh, I'm looking forward to it.

[ He is absolutely going to be gloating a lot. For quite a while. But for now, he delivers one more deep kiss before pulling back. ]

I'm gonna go grab a wet cloth to get us cleaned up for the night. The rest can hold till morning. Or eventually. [ And then he glances down the length of Claude's body and gives a soft, mournful sigh. ] And I suppose you'll need to take those off before bed.

[ Truly the saddest part of the evening. ]

[godshattering]

[ The possessiveness is easy to feel, something akin to a river current tugging at his ankles to demand attention or to be swept away in it. He's not quite to the point of the latter, instead flirting with the idea more than anything else. This is what Claude tells himself, anyway, considering maybe it was closer to that when Sylvain pulls back.

Cleaning up is a good idea. It's tempting to put it off a bit longer though he lets his hands fall away so as to not keep him there. That very heavy sigh as though Sylvain's been presented with something positively life-ruining is too difficult to not laugh at as he settles back against their pillows. ]

You look like they're going to vanish forever once I'm no longer wearing them. I'm sure I could find a reason to keep them around.

[ Like this reaction, for example. Or all the other reactions Sylvain's had to the boots over the course of the night, really. Something to think about for later, because in the meantime he's going to lift one leg very helpfully. ]

Or better yet, you could always take them off for me to enjoy them a little longer.

[ That totally counts, right? ]

[philancer]

Mmm, tempting.

[ Sylvain has always been very bad at resisting temptation. Maybe because it's not very often something manages to actually tempt him. Which Claude is proving to be a very large exception to.

Shifting, he trails kisses along the inside of Claude's thigh as his fingers slide down the soft, supple leather to start undoing the lacings, peeling the boots away as they loosen. His lips follow the trail of skin as he exposes it, taking his time. ]

[godshattering]

[ Somehow he hadn't expected Sylvain to escalate the offer to take off his boots for him as if it's entirely too troublesome to sit up and do that himself. His next mistaken assumption is that those kisses along his thighs will stop after a certain point, but they don't. They continue on in a way that says the other knows exactly what he's doing - even if there's no reason Claude should've ever doubted as much.

There's a warning bell ringing in the back of his mind: this would be far too easy to get used to. Even entertaining that thought feels like a calculated risk. Because sure, they've joked about next time before it turned into actual plans possibly only a night of sleep away, but even that's different. This is pleasure of a different kind. Something simpler, something uncomplicated if it was freely given like this, something closer to standing on that dock feeling seen, or -

Best to not get carried away. Time to reach for an unruly lock of red hair to tug on it in faux reprimand. ]

I said you could take the boots off, not find new ways to flatter me.

[ He's sure not saying stop, though. ]

[philancer]

[ That gets a throaty chuckle from him as he grins impishly, the smile cast up the length of Claude's body as his dark gaze flicks up to meet Claude's own. He presses one more kiss to warm skin, just inside his knee, and peels the one boot the rest of the way off.

One down. One to go. ]

Are you trying to tell me you're not susceptible to flattery, then? I'm not sure I believe that.

[ His impish grin lingers as he drops the boot over the side of the bed and moves to start unlacing the other one. Still playing, he purposefully drops another kiss to the inside of this thigh as well, eyes flicking up to remain locked on Claude's face as he does so, just to see his reaction. ]

[godshattering]

[ If he'd had any doubts about whether Sylvain knows what he's doing, they would've been put to rest with that grin. It could almost be annoying if it wasn't so endearing - maybe also because it matches something in his own box of tricks. That just means it demands a smirk in return, especially when he's getting what he wants out of this.

Claude's still going to stretch his leg out dramatically in relief and in the process possibly narrowly avoids hitting Sylvain with his knee, but it's worth celebrating being free of one boot at least even if it crushes the other's hopes and dreams. Or maybe it doesn't since they both seem to be plenty entertained by the boot removal in the first place. ]

I dunno, I think I have several months on my side as evidence. [ He's already admitted that wasn't the reason, but given that's not something he actually wants to talk about again, that means it of course makes a perfectly good joke to deflect away that he's rather enjoying enjoying this. Sylvain gets a wider smirk when he checks. ] Though I suppose you do get some credit for being... let's say, persuasive.

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Well, that is meant to be one of my best charms, after all.

[ His lips quirk in a teasing smirk as he finishes unlacing the second boot and peels it away to drop over the side of the bed with the first.

Only to slide his hands back up along Claude's shins and the outside of his thighs, still unable to get enough of touching him. Of the fact that he can. His movements are still lazy and relaxed, clearly sated for the moment and comfortable with the playful banter that always falls so easily between them. There's an ease to him that's not always so easy to spot, unguarded and content, with no other motive than to just enjoy the moment.

It's not a feeling he's all that familiar with, if he's honest. ]

Better?

[godshattering]

[ Sylvain takes his time in lingering even after the other boot disappears, and it does nothing to reduce that feeling of comfort. Enough so that while he has any number of remarks about the other's best charms, saying one them feels like interrupting something in what Claude recognizes is a slow appreciation going on. On both sides, really, because he'd be lying to himself if he said it was one-sided.

So it's not being disruptive, or so he reasons, when Sylvain breaks the tiny bit of quiet first by asking if this is an improvement and he immediately screws his face up into a thinking expression like this is somehow a question he has to really consider. ]

Getting there, but I think things could still improve.

[ Never mind that Sylvain had a plan for what he was going to do before the side quest of removing the boots because Claude's going to continue being distracting now that he's been given the chance. That includes sitting up enough to do the reverse of what the other's doing, this time by placing his hands over the back of Sylvain's only as a starting place to run his hands up strong arms until he reaches upper arms to wrap his fingers around them to pull. Claude means to drag him back up into lying down, but he'll settle for getting a kiss out of it. For starters. ]

[philancer]

[ He gives a soft moan into that kiss, tempted to just acquiesce and push Claude back down onto the mattress again to kiss him for longer. But he suspects that if he gives in now, it's going to be quite some time before he actually succeeds in getting them cleaned up. Which would also be okay, but...

He slips a finger over Claude's mouth to interrupt that kiss a moment later, even if it is reluctantly. And then steals one more before pulling back and slipping off the side of the bed. ]

Hold that thought.

[ He's only gone a matter of moments before he's back again, warm washcloth in one hand as he leans over his lover. Pressing Claude back to the pillows, he lets one hand work at cleaning him up, even as he bends to capture the man's mouth with his own once more in a deep kiss. No reason they can't do both at once, after all. ]

[godshattering]

Do I have to?

[ It's not much of a sulk considering Sylvain had announced his intentions before being dealt distraction after distraction, but Claude's still going to lean back on his elbows like he's inconvenienced regardless. That doesn't last for long considering Sylvain's back in a near instant and Claude lets himself be placed back where he was, one corner of his mouth curved upwards in a half-smile until there's lips on his again.

Then it's easy to be distracted himself again even as Sylvain carries on with the washcloth, one kiss after another muffling whatever small sigh of contentment leaves him at one point. For all the guards he puts up and should maybe remember to set back into place, it's suddenly difficult. There's that feeling of care again being directed at him in a way which could easily pull him towards something else he's decisively not letting himself feel.

It's with that in mind Claude decides to reach for the washcloth without looking by running his fingers down Sylvain's arm again to retrieve it, nipping the other's bottom lip as he takes over cleaning duty while focusing on Sylvain. ]

Maybe you should add multitasking to your list of charms while you're at it.

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Pretty sure that was already on my list, but some would disagree with that being considered a charm.

[ There's a soft chuckle under the words as he lets Claude take the damp cloth from him, content to brace himself over the man and just keep kissing him.

He's still trying not to dwell on how... comfortable this is. How easy it had come. How reluctant he was to end the affection even now, when he's pretty sure they're going to need a longer break than just a few minutes. Normally by now he'd be settling in and getting ready to sleep. But he can't quite tear his hands - or his lips - away from the man beneath him.

He has a feeling he's not going to feel sated when it comes to Claude, for a long while. Which would be a scary thought, if Claude weren't so damned distracting. And perhaps as distracted by this as he was.

His hands slide up the man's arms, calloused fingers light and teasing, until they come to rest against his jaw once more, letting Claude do whatever he wanted as long as he could indulge in the decadent kisses he could steal from him. ]

[godshattering]

[ He might've laughed at that and probably would have were it not for the mouth on his immediately following it. For once in his life Claude's not inspired to keep talking; indulge is a good word for what they're both doing when the outlines of this feel more and more freeing with each kiss pulling him farther and farther into forgetting all his carefully constructed rules for everything.

Dangerous. Somewhere there's a pile of kindling waiting to spark, and who knows where it might lead. It's the sort of thing he'd approach with caution - and might later, if he remembers to - but right now it feels far from his mind.

The washcloth gets tossed aside as a problem for their future selves to deal with when he's finished, and now it's Claude's turn to place his hands on Sylvain's face. Rather than letting them rest there he trails them down to the other's jaw - a convenient spot to then slide both thumbs over the other's lips after leaning a little bit back more in the pillows to break the kiss. ]

This might just be a rumor I've heard, but I did hear once morning doesn't technically come if you don't sleep first. [ This is absolutely the sort of thing he heard as an unruly child, the memory of which is all the more reason to bring a grin to his face along with the sight of Sylvain over him. ] It'd be a shame to miss out on our list because of a technicality like that, wouldn't it?

[philancer]

Or, one could make the argument that if morning never comes until we sleep, we suddenly have an awful lot of time to work through that list before we have to worry about being responsible adults again.

[ His lips are quirked into a smirk as Claude's thumbs slide over them, amusement warm in dark eyes. Because he's pretty sure that's the opposite of what Claude had been trying to point out.

Doesn't make it any less a valid argument, however.

If we don't get any sleep tonight, though, it's all your fault.

[ He sounds very confident about that, at least. ]

[godshattering]

I'm not sorry if you don't get any sleep because of anticipation for the morning. That just means a job well done on my part.

[ Because he's going to take a chance to jokingly pat himself on the back and bring a theme of the night back full circle again to nicely tie it all together, and the grin on Claude's face says he might be more than a little proud of this. There's a risk here that continuing to look at Sylvain like this might actually derail whatever tenuous plans of sleep have been voiced, especially as the seconds continue to tick by and he can feel that distraction creeping in.

Without further ado he wraps one leg around the other's waist while dropping his hands back to strong shoulders and uses both to roll Sylvain onto his side. That's a start. ]

Step one is you laying down, so there's that one checked off the list.

[philancer]

You realize that's step one to a whole lot more things than just sleeping.

[ There's laughter in his tone as he drops back to the mattress, grinning at Claude all the while. His hand drops to slide up the outside of the man's leg, where it's still twined around his waist. Chuckling, his voice low and husky, he drags Claude closer so they're chest to chest now, bending his head to drop a kiss on the tip of his nose. ]

[godshattering]

It might be, but this step is a particularly important one. Don't go breaking my trust on it so quickly.

[ With a grin to match Sylvain's laughter since - well, he's not wrong, and it seems funnier to Claude to turn this into a joke. If there's a possibility he unconsciously means something besides joking around about sleeping and all this procrastination, that's beyond him at the moment.

Especially when he's pulled closer still to enjoy the warmth that comes along with it, when Sylvain leaves that kiss on his nose, when he studies the other's face with an aloofly smiling mask set in place - maybe it does cross his mind as in the same instant he considers whether it'd be worth putting yet another wall down, and then just as quickly abandons that idea. That hinges upon far too much with so many unknowns.

Instead he lifts a hand to again trail fingers along one side of Sylvain's jaw, smile shifting subtly again to something that's less of a stand-in for one. ]

See, this is the part where you get too comfortable to move and fall asleep. Works every time.

[philancer]

I will if you will.

[ His tone turns fond at that, gaze dropping to trace the curve of that smile. So many of Claude’s smiles are a puzzle in themselves and Sylvain is still piecing them together. This one, though, has him dropping his head enough to steal another kiss. ]

C’mere. [ A tug, as one arm twines about Claude’s waist and the other lifts to tuck his head in against Sylvain’s shoulder as he settles them comfortably and drags the sheet up over them. He knows Claude typically has difficulty sleeping, and while he sometimes has his ways around that, tonight he wants to see if they can just lull themselves there on their own. ]

Close your eyes.

[ A light brush of a kiss against his brow and then fingers card through his dark hair soothing, absently, maintaining the contact as he waits to see if Claude will relax. ]

[godshattering]

[ There's a huff of a laugh at that - threat? promise? - agreement about sleeping, if only because he still fully believes in what he'd said. Of all the times he's stayed in anyone's bed after the fact, rare as those times were to begin with, Claude can count practically on one hand the amount of times where he was the one sleep came to him first. That's a further guard he doesn't let down even after the one of ending up in bed in the first place, and this won't be any different. He's sure of it.

The arm around his waist leads him to settling into Sylvain's shoulder even before he's beckoned into doing so, as if some kind of magnet's drawn him there. It feels - secure, which he thinks is a funny word for his mind to have chosen over comfortable, but he doesn't dwell on it in favor of resisting the urge to roll his eyes. ]

Fine, but only if you are, too.

[ Gotta stick to making sure Sylvain falls asleep too, after all. For the sake of it he'll close his own to make sure should the other make the completely reasonable move of checking whether they're actually both doing this. That means it's easier to focus on enjoying the hand in his hair and to relax a little bit more than has occurred to him by the time he considers that he's just resting his eyes. Definitely. It's nothing more than that in the ongoing attempt to make sure he's the last one awake.

What it actually means is that when sleep begins to creep in he doesn't even notice it happening, and his last thought might be something along the lines of feeling secure again, but it'll go unfinished as he finally drifts off. ]