[ He'd spotted her a few times throughout the night, but still wasn't entirely certain his guess was right. he hadn't had a chance to get close enough to look deeper into his guess, either. At least, not until he spotted her slipping out a side door in the direction of the Rose Maze.
Finishing off his wine, he excuses himself from the conversation he'd been halfheartedly taking part in and moved to follow her, slipping silently out onto the patio and moving to her side.
Just as her hand came out to latch onto his with a surprising grip and his golden eyes flit to her masked face, even though it gives nothing away, especially since he can't currently see her mouth - which tended to be one of the most obvious tells of what she was feeling.
And he still wasn't entirely certain he'd guessed correctly in the first place.
The offer, however, gets a quick and easy grin from him, lips curving to reveal teeth as he bent over her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles. ]
I'm not afraid of your claws. Even if they are sharp. In fact, that might just add to the allure.
[ His voice is low and husky, playful, but there's a deeper lilt, the faint traces of an accent that isn't normally there. Something he's adopted for the evening to help and hide his identity further. He doubts there's anyone here who might recognize the Srengi lilt to his words except for maybe Claude, and even that's doubtful. ]
[ A throaty laugh purrs from her lips and through her mask as she takes in the sight of the person whose hand she's holding. The words are honeyed and sweet, a common trend amongst the guests that she had been mingling with throughout the evening. There's something else about the low rumble of the fox's voice that rings some familiar bells, but the accent isn't one that she's heard before making it more difficult to place. ]
Flattery won't get you anywhere.
[ There's a hint of a chiding somewhere in her voice, but it's only a light one, meant to add to this more serious persona of hers that she definitely hadn't been sticking to as faithfully as she had intended. Golden orbs linger on their masked features before pulling hand away slowly. ]
[ He lingers over her hand a moment more before straightening. Although he doesn't release her, keeps her fingers twined with his now that he had them. He does smile down at her, however, playful and knowing. ]
And I'm not sure I believe that's true. The flattery bit. Are you so certain?
[ When her hand is stopped short of being pulled away, her eyes flit down towards their now intertwined fingers. Normally that wouldn't be cause for concern for her; she's a tactile person by nature, and holding hands, even if it was with a supposed stranger, isn't awfully offensive. After all, she had done it first.
But she almost forgets where she is for a moment, and after a beat raises an eyebrow before looking back up at Lief. ]
Why wouldn't I be?
[ There's a curious tilt of her head as she registers the look he's giving her. Her mind ticks through the list of people that she knows and it could be any number of them. A knowing look doesn't immediately rule anyone out however. ]
Or maybe I do, and this is all some elaborate plot to string me along until you pin a butterfly pin on me.
[ Despite the put on sigh, the banter is batted back and there's the unmistakeable tinge of jest to her voice. She doesn't provide any resistance as she's lead along by the handsome stranger further into the depths of the maze, keeping her gaze curiously on affixed on the back of his head before lengthening her stride so she can walk alongside him. ]
Are you speaking for yourself and projecting onto me? [ He's not wrong in his guess which she admits as much. What is purposefully left out is why she had reached for his hand in the first place. It's better not to think about the reason at all, really. ] As stunning as the festivities are, I'd be remiss not to take in the rest of the grounds too. Experiences are best enjoyed in a balance.
[ He's pretty sure he could stop and pin a butterfly on her right now, but he doesn't think that will prove the point he wants to make. So he lets it go for the time being. His lips stay quirked in fond amusement as he tugs her through the entrance of the maze and into the massive warren of rosebushes beyond.
Although he does cast a glance back over his shoulder at her at that comment. ] Balance? I'm pretty sure experiences like this are meant to be indulged in, actually.
If the goal of the masquerade is to fool those around you, then yes, one could conclude that it would be bad.
[ Of course, bad is relative. The likelihood of her throwing a tantrum if someone were to figure out her identity is rather slim. There are few people that she would truly be agitated if they guessed correctly. At most she might be a little miffed, but it was unlikely to result in it ending a friendship. They were important to her despite what she might allude to. And factors that would lead her to ending friendships had only come to light until recently.
She loses herself in thought, eyes narrowing in frustration for a moment only to catch herself when she realizes Lief has asked her another question. ]
Spoken like someone who has indulged. How have you indulged exactly?
I think answering that question would definitely damage my own air of mystery.
[ There's laughter in his voice as he winks at her again, turning to walk backwards into the maze, still leading her by the hand. But this way he can watch her better. He'll leave watching the maze to her for the moment. ]
I'm also fairly certain you could make an absolute fool of me whether I knew who you were or not.
[ Hilda tempers the interest in her voice; if she hadn't been curious before, she definitely was now. There was the possibility that Lief was pretending. But there was also the possibility that facets who they were were also folded into the persona. An answer to her question wouldn't reveal anything in full, but based on the list of people she knew, it might at the very least narrow it down. This carefree attitude, the confidence in assuming that she wouldn't let him trip - that had to count for something too.
While she succeeds in tempering her interest, some of it slips through her facade as she raises an eyebrow. ]
What gives you that impression? Or does that speak more to who you are?
[ The reply is lighthearted and flippant, but he doesn't turn around still, content to keep his gaze on hers as his lips curve into a grin beneath his mask. ]
Are you denying your skill at making a fool of all the ready idiots around you? That seems unlikely. Although I suppose if you were trying to be polite, but where's the fun in that?
[ The answer isn't enough to confirm the identity of her masked companion, but it's certainly enough to make her think of a certain red head that she had been avoiding. The thought of being in a maze with Sylvain prompts a sprout of discomfort that she's been trying to knead out of her since their spa date. She doesn't enjoy feeling that way, but the knee jerk reaction still lingers all the same even if she tells herself some time and space will remedy it.
The maze comes to its first fork in the path and she guides him to the left, for no rhyme or reason other than instinct. As she pulls him that way, she strides ahead to lead him this time. Briefly her gaze flits over her shoulders towards him before turning back towards their path. If she misses a beat, she hopes it doesn't show as she goes to lightly chide him. ]
You either think too highly of me or think too little of yourself. I barely know you. I can't call you an idiot yet when the night is so young.
[ He opens his mouth to retort back, before realizing that what he'd been about to say would have definitely given him away, especially to someone who knew him well. So he interrupts himself before he can give the game away. ]
Oh, it's definitely thinking highly of you. And from where I stand, I see little problem with that.
[ She takes the lead as she chooses their first direction and he watches her with an indulgent smile. ]
Are you just guessing right now or do you have any idea of where you're going?
[ Hilda can't help but laugh, and there's a lightness, a hint of genuineness that flavours it. While it's said with the same chiding from before he might be able to conclude that she's welcome to it.
As much as she's shed the vain young thing that could be won over with pretty words that she was five years ago, there's something appealing about all of this - the masquerade, the dashing masked stranger giving her attention - that makes her feel like the flirty, bubbly version of herself that she hasn't been for the last several months. That version of her has felt so far away from where she is now. She pushes aside the kernel of worry from before, trying to remind herself that she's here to enjoy herself and she deserves that as much as the next Summoned. There's a cheekiness to her voice even though she doesn't turn to look at him. ]
To quote you earlier, both. [ The roses bushes that line the greenery are vibrant and red, and the butterflies that flit between them are luminescent. ] I thought you'd enjoy the adventure of being lost together with a stranger. Unless I read you wrong?
Is it working? Hard to tell, with the shadows and so much of your pretty face hidden away.
[ The words are said with a grin as he bends over her hand, still clutched in his own. His lips whisper a trail of kisses against the back of her knuckles before he straightens again, stepping closer to press in behind her. ]
And you read me right, no worries there. In fact, I cannot think of a single thing I desire more right now. At least, in this particular stranger’s case.
[ There's a hum that is neither in the affirmative or negative even as she feels his lips brush against he knuckles and then press into her. She does however sound amused, pleased even, as they come to halt. ]
I'm going to out on a wing then [ Her wings stretch outwards between them without actually creating space due to their magical nature - but it's too good a pun to resist. ] and assume that you enjoy the chase and mystery. I wouldn't want to take that away from you. You'll just have to wait and see.
[ With him pressed close to her back, she can feel the warmth emanating from their body and it feels familiar to her in her bones. But she doesn't want to dwell longer about what that could mean - the sight before her is far too enchanting not to take a moment to admire it. The long corridor of roses, foliage, bobbing lights and butterflies before them is a sight to behold, even if it's shared with a masked somebody.
Part of her relaxes into him, lapsing into silence momentarily before amusedly asking, ]
Do you make it a habit to go on adventures with complete strangers?
[ He gives a quiet hum, smile in his voice as his arms snake about her waist, pulling her back snug against his chest. His head bends, lips brushing against the curve of her ear as he counters her question with one of his own. ]
Would you think less of me? Especially since you’re not wrong. I do, at times, very much enjoy the chase.
[ The brush of his lips against her ear sends a shiver down her spine. It's a stark contrast to the warmth against her back and the arms now curled around the small of her waist. Years of practice means that her voice remains remarkably steady in its aloof amusement. The slight squirm of her body from before however is impossible to hide how she had felt when he had brushed against the shell of her ear.
Her arms go to wrap around his in turn, but not before lightly dancing her claws across his hands. ]
Not at all. It would be hypocritical of me because I enjoy the chase too.
[ And that is true even without her masked persona present. The chase and all that it entailed was fun, so long as everyone else was having fun too — but it had felt like ages since she'd really done that in earnest. Not since, well... She brushes the thought away before it can go too far.
A butterfly floats towards them, and Hilda offers up a clawed hand. Remarkably it lands on her finger, perching there with its wings flapping lazily. ]
What do you usually do if you've caught your prey?
[ The 'if' is purposeful, teasing. Like an unspoken challenge. ]
[ His smirk grows beneath his mask at her question, the purposeful challenge in it. His finger splay against her stomach, a light pressure there as he holds her against him, even as his other hand traces its way up one of her arms, following the line of it up to her shoulder and then across the outline of her collarbone. ]
Considering you seem pretty caught at the moment, perhaps I should show you instead.
[ There’s no room for ‘if’ left in those words, even as his lips trail down the line of her throat, kisses blazing a hot trail against soft skin. He adds the faintest scrape of teeth in response to the earlier bite of her nails. Two can play that game. ]
[ The places where his fingers dance feels like they ignite sparks across her skin. The thin fabric covering her arms which already feels like it's barely there provides little guard from the feel of his skin barely gracing hers. It's tempting to let out a blissful sigh at the feel of his lips and teeth against her throat, but there's a certain level of control she tries to wrest back. Her fingers dig lightly into his hand.
It's a partially successful attempt. A sharp intake of breath swallows her sigh causing the butterfly to take flight. Unexpectedly however, she catches the scent of woods layered underneath the roses around them. Her mind immediately jolts; it's not pine needles, that much she can be certain of, but it is something she's smelled before. Plenty of people smelled like the woods though. It didn't have to be Sylvain. And besides - even if it was, he was still avoiding her, wasn't he?
Disguising the whirl of questions in her mind as if she's thinking about his question, Hilda takes the moment to collect herself - even if that looks like purposefully rolling her hips against his and chiding him. ]
You're not holding me that tightly.
[ To prove her point she turns so that she's now facing him, encircled in his arms. It's punctuated by one of her hands rising up to trace lightly against the shape of his exposed cheek with a claw. Her golden eyes keep a steady watch on his. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd feel like you were encouraging me to keep running before we had anymore of that kind of fun.
[ His voice is a thoughtful hum as he lets her turn in his arms until she’s facing him. His arms remain twined about her waist but one hand slides to trace along her spine.
He pulls back enough that he can gaze down into those golden eyes of hers, his own a similar hue as they gleam in the dim light of the garden maze. ]
How badly do you wish to be chased? And are you prepared for what’s in store when I do catch you?
[ His words hold a dark, teasing promise in them. And there is no ‘if’ about it. ]
[ The implication is loud and clear but she wants it to linger there in the air between them along with the anticipation of it. Her arms drape languidly around his neck, back arching so she can lean into him while savoring the feel of his fingers brushing up and down her back. Her claws scrape lightly against the name of his neck in abstract shapes.
Beneath her mask an indulgent smile curves onto her lips that reaches her eyes. Truthfully she hates running; it takes far too much effort not to mention the inevitable sweat that came with it. But she isn't playing herself tonight. And if the running was for fun then... ]
You mean you can't tell?
[ Her eyebrow raises, as her hands slowly slip away from his neck with an answer to both of his questions. She captures his chin between two clawed fingers examining him with a curious tilt of her head from side to side before trailing back down his arm. Reaching behind her, she catches his hands in hers, pulling them apart with a gentle force. ]
I thought those keen fox eyes of yours would be able to.
[ When she's made just enough room, she floats through his hands, allowing them to trail against the shape of her waist. Even as she continues to back up, her gaze doesn't waver from his. There's the clear sound of a smile in her voice, wings flaring out behind her for effect. ]
If you want your answer you'll just have to catch me to find out.
[ There's a sly knowing in his gaze as he watches her back away, clearly rising to the challenge she offers with eager anticipation. He takes a step closer to her, challenging in his own way. Daring her to turn and run like she'd threatened. ]
Because I have no intention of letting you escape my grasp tonight.
[ Her steps backwards are practically skips, the fabric of her jumpsuit flowing around her giving the appearance like she's floating. With her hands clasped behind her back, she looks very much like herself to anyone who knows her well enough but that thought is the farthest thing from her mind as she continues to back up, holding his gaze with smiling eyes that shine in the light.
She'd blow him a kiss, but even that felt too on the nose for her. Instead, she holds her gaze as long as possible until she whirls around at the last moment in a whirlwind of black and gold. Taking off down the path, her wings angle themselves, not unlike how a wyvern's would when they're speeding off. Mentally (and despite herself), she knows she's at a disadvantage thanks to his long legs but her slight form has always made her more difficult to catch.
Not that she intended to escape his grasp. But she wasn't going to make it easy for him now, was she?
The maze twists and turns, but it's all down one continuous path. When she comes to a fork in the road she peers just over her shoulder spotting him; and while she doesn't stop, she doesn't jolts to the right until the very last minute calling - ]
[ His laughter rings out behind her, dark and amused, as she evades his grasp at the last moment, darting off down a new direction to continue the chase. He pursues, because of course he does, his longer legs indeed giving him an advantage here, but she’s nimble and fast, he’ll give her that. But he keeps her in his sights, his focus unwavering as he reaches out to grasp her again, but feels the softness of her wings as she evades him once more at the last moment. ]
Only enough to give you a head start. That’s only fair in a hunt, is it not?
[ The modulator doesn't mask her amusement as she begins to dart down this other winding path. Small glowing lights bob low overhead but they pose more of an obstacle for him as she simply brushes just underneath them. They make the gold in her skeletal bones wings glow. Somewhere off in the distance, perhaps several hedges over, she can hear other voices and the laughter of others also trying to find their way out of the maze. ]
That seems new to me. Or maybe I've just had the fortune of meeting a kind hunter.
[ The laugh that follows is more playful growl than amusement. He puts on a burst of speed, dodging to the side to cut off one of her avenues of escape. It had led in the direction of those laughing voices and he has no intention of letting their hunt be interrupted.
No, he fully intends to keep her to himself for a while longer. ]
I’m not sure ‘kind’ is the right word here. But perhaps I want it to be a challenge in truth.
[ Her eyes widen a fraction at his sudden move to cut her off, but something like determined defiance rears in her gaze. The corners of her lips lift beneath her mask as she gracefully pivots to rush in the other direction. ]
I'm sorry, dear Lief. [ There's laughter in her voice despite none actually leaving her mouth. ] Is there a better word I should be using?
[ The path he chooses for them seems to stretch impossibly far but it does the job. The voices she'd heard grow fainter and fainter until they're simply background noise. Her voice seems to bounce off the edges and the topiary around them depicting creatures of the feywild. ]
And if it isn't a challenge - will you be disappointed?
[ The direction she darts leads them deeper still into the maze, but he’s alright with that. He keeps up his pursuit - sometimes chasing, sometimes herding. Often, she almost seems to be almost in his grasp but then she manages to evade or dart away again, laughter in her voice as she teases and taunts.
His grin just grows as he pursues her, but his gaze grows darker with intent, with anticipation. Finally, he sees an opportunity and takes it - a series of sharp turns before opening into a small open space in the maze, where a small marble gazebo sits nestled among the roses. As she hits the opening, he puts on a burst of speed once more, this time with intent, and swoops in to wrap arms around her waist, dragging her abruptly back against his solid chest.
His lips once more find the curve of her ear, a sharp grin in his voice. ]
[ She would have happily given up the chase soon if he hadn't taken the initiative to catch her. Her earlier stance about running still very much rings true; at least here the running is a means to an end.
Hilda darts up the low steps to the gazebo when strong arms wrap around her pulling her close. His touch feels electric around her - but maybe that has more to do with the built up anticipation that is still cresting. Already catching her breath from running, her laugh takes on a similar, airy quality. Leaning into him to steady herself, her hands go to grasp his arms. ]
That's a high expectation.
[ For once saying that doesn't fill her with as much dread as it might normally. Maybe it's because there's masks hiding their identities so there's less weight that comes with it. Or perhaps she already decided during the chase that all she wants this evening is to forget, have fun, and fall back into old habits she hadn't partaken in a long time now. ]
I have every confidence that you’d meet any expectations I have.
[ His voice is still a hum of dark pleasure as he lets his teeth scrape lightly down the line of her throat for a moment before he spins her in his arms. With her facing him now, he backs them up the last several steps until he can pin her back against one of the gazebo’s thick marble pillars. Looming over her, he cages her in with his body, even as he lets his fingertips trail up her throat and along the mask that keeps the lower half of her face hidden from him. ]
Although this may be an inconvenience. Will you allow me to adjust your mask, my lady? I promise, I will keep your identity concealed. I’d hate to spoil our air of mystery now, after all.
[ A subtle intake of breath accompanies the scape of his teeth. She allows herself to be lead towards the pillars and soon enough she's faced with him once more. With the distance closed between them, the faint smell of the woods is more obvious now. It seems strange to think that the smell brings her a level of comfort and trust that she normally wouldn't give to a complete stranger. Her hands trail up his forearms before settling on his biceps. Despite how he looms over her, there's a sense of safety there and she tips her chin up for him.
She knew that the mask wouldn't be so practical for things like eating and drinking but it was a small sacrifice she had been willing to make. Kissing however isn't something she had accounted for when she had donned it that evening. ]
Don't ruin it.[ She says by way of acquiescing to his request, the sound of a smile in her voice. ] I worked hard on it.
A temporary change. You have my word that I will not alter it irrevocably. [ His voice is soft but there’s a purr of promise in it as he slides his hands back along the fastenings of the mask that covers the lower half of her face. ] Close your eyes for me.
[ He waits until she does so, before he casts the temporary spell to alter it’s shape. Instead of the ornate mask that hid half her face from him, he shifts it into a thick fabric that swirled with intricate patterns, almost like lace. But it wasn’t at all sheer - it was soft, however, like silk against her skin as he slides it upwards.
The full features of her face are never revealed in the process, but instead of covering the lower half of her face, he slides the swathe of fabric upwards as a temporary blindfold instead, refastening it in place and making sure it’s tight enough to remain where he placed it. It covers her eyes, her brow, resting atop her cheeks and the bridge of her nose now.
Once he has it in place where he wants it, he lets his fingers slide free, and then downwards to trace the fullness of her parted lips, a whisper-light caress against soft, lush skin. ]
Beautiful.
[ The word is quiet, murmured against the curve of her ear once more as he keeps her pinned there, blindfolded now and forced to rely on senses other than sight to track what he does to her. He knows it will make everything more intense as a result, and he smiles against her cheek, letting her feel it. ]
[ There's a beat where she doesn't immediately does as he says. It's a small act of defiance, but one that she thinks he might appreciate if layered in the right way. Eventually golden eyes slip closed and she's at his mercy.
Hilda isn't certain what to expect but when she feels the weight from her jaw lighten, followed by the smooth coolness of fabric slip from her lips, to her nose, to her eyes. A spark alights in her belly as a small exhale escapes her lips. Once her mask-turned-blindfold is in place, her eyes flutter open only to be met with with the opaque fabric that only betrayed his bare outline. Without the mask to hide her lower half, it reveals to him pretty pink lips curved into a smug smile and flushed cheeks from running. Feeling the brush of his fingers against her lips she presses a soft kiss to them before a quick nip; a small reward for catching his prize and for the compliment.
With her mask transformed, it also means that the voice modulator is gone too, leaving nothing to disguise her voice either. Being self conscious about it now won't help so she leans into it instead. Using his arms as a guide, she follows the shape of them upwards before draping her arms around his neck. Her clawed fingers tangle in his hair. ]
Have you practiced that trick before? Or was that just for the masquerade?
[ His voice remains low and husky as he slides his fingers back along her jaw, tipping her face back and giving him the perfect angle to dip his head and kiss her. It’s slow and deliberate, tiny nipped kisses along the line of her lips. It’s a chaste start, but that fades quickly when a moment later he claims her lips in truth.
And then it’s everything their hunt had promised. Hungry and sharp and impatient. There’s a demand behind the way his lips crash against hers, claiming all he can. All she will allow.
And still challenging her to meet him in the middle. To give him even more. ]
[ A shiver of pleasure rushes from her belly up her spine at the declaration. The moment their lips meet, she savours the feel of his lips, his mouth, his tongue. The chasteness takes her aback - but not in an unpleasant way. It's sweet in a way. But she's lying if she says that she doesn't want more.
Either he's a mind reader or the chasteness had been a ploy of some sort. A thrill rushes through her again as he pursues her in earnest practically tasting the challenge like a thrum in the air around them. Responding in kind, she fists the hair at the nape of his neck in an effort to bring him closer to her, to close whatever space is left between them. Deepening the kiss, she allows herself to indulge in his taste and the smell of him. She pulls away for but a moment, tugging roughly on his lower lip with her teeth. ]
Just for me? Aren't I special?
[ She maps the curves of his face with her lips before finding his jaw. More kisses are peppered along his jaw line as she offers her own breathless words between kisses and another challenge. ]
[ The words are surprisingly earnest, despite the husky tone that murmurs them against her kiss-reddened lips when he finally pulls back enough to answer her. Her fingers grip in his hair and he relishes the sharp tug and pull of it, the edge that hold balances, between pain and pleasure. Something she already seems to straddle with ease, as her teeth nip sharply at his lips.
He presses her more firmly back against the cool marble of the pillar at her back and let his fingers slide in to trace along the piece of golden jewelry that frames her ribcage beneath the dark material of her outfit. He’s not surprised to find it’s the only thing she wears beneath the ornate jacket, but it means his fingers are free to explore and tease heated flesh as he traces along the line of gilded bone and finds one of her breasts.
Fingers tweak and tease the hidden nub he finds there, tormenting sensitive nerves with a clever touch, mixing the sharpness of his touch with another long kiss to offset it. Contrast it. Assaulting her awareness with a mix of sensations intent on leaving her breathless for him. Playing her body with an easy skill, even as he memorizes any and all reactions he gets from her in response. Learning her likes, seeking the sweet little noises he knows he can wring from her lips. ]
You’ll have to wait and see. Or not. [ He chuckles at the play on words, tearing his lips from hers finally. But only to kiss his way back her jaw and then down the slender line of her throat. He nudges her head back further, out of his way, and then sets to sucking and worrying redness into the skin beneath his mouth. Leaving his mark on her pale flesh, even as his fingers continue to tease and fondle against her breast, working her nipple to a sensitive peak. ]
[ Honeyed words from a stranger don't usually resonate with her; they bounce off her, unable to get past her impervious persona. But for some reason these ones snag on something, taking her out of her euphoria for just a beat. Before she can bring it closer to examine it, she's pulled back into her body as the coolness from the marble reminds her of where she is. Whatever earnestness or genuineness had been in Lief's voice is surely just a trick of the fey wine.
What is easy to focus on is the blazing hot touch of Lief's fingers against her skin. There's a surprising deftness to them despite the obvious obstacle that is her golden ribcage. Its interlocking mechanisms along the back of the spine are invisible unless you knew where to press. It's not practical for a tryst in the maze - but then again, she hadn't exactly been planning for this to happen.
Without her sight she's acutely aware of every brush and scrape against her skin. She's at his mercy; every time she goes in to deepen the kiss he darts away, teasing her mercilessly making the heat rise to her cheeks. A groan of annoyance that is more growl of impatience pulls from her lips at his awful joke and how she can't seem to find any purchase on him. ]
Are awful jokes one of them?
[ Even that doesn't seem to have as much heat as she'd like with it because it leaves her body with a shudder as he makes his way down her throat. Her back arches into him as he continues to tug and play with her nipples and a soft moan escapes her lips. At the same time her hands tug at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons so her hands can roam the expanse of his chest. ]
[ He chuckles the words into her skin, letting her feel his smile once more. He feels her hands start to go for his buttons and he doesn’t stop her. But he does start kissing his way down the warm skin exposed where her jacket parts, the dip in it deep and taunting him. He doesn’t bother trying to remove the gilded ribcage - he can work around it easily enough and he suspects the tightness of it as they proceed will add an extra dimension to the sensations he provides.
His mouth finds her other breast and he laves it with attention even as his hand continues to tease and fondle the other one. Lips and teeth and tongue worry the second nipple into a hard peak, relishing the way she arches into the touches. The sounds that escape her, breathy and strained. There’s a flush spreading along her flesh and he doesn’t let up. Lets it build the anticipation instead. ]
[ The chuckle is a pleasant sensation against her skin; there's a sweet quality to it that makes her feel more endeared to this stranger than she should be. ]
A bonus is [ Her words are punctuated by a gasp as a wet warmth encompasses her breast. As if his tongue isn't enough, the tug of her nipple with his teeth lengthens her pause with a moan. The last part of her sentence is pushed out with a gasping breath. ] one word for it.
[ She wants more. The thought crashes through her mind like thunder as she hurriedly continues with her quest to rid him of his shirt. Even she knows that that isn't enough to satisfy her but the need to keep some sense of control rears. The next tug at her breast has her stifling the 'More' that threatens to break past her swollen lips. What does make it past however is a whine as she drags her claws lightly down his chest. ]
[ She might think she stifled it, but there's just enough of the word in that moan that he picks up on it anyway. He smirks gently against her skin, giving another tug with his teeth as he lets his hands slide down over her hips and then back to cup her ass in his grip. He holds her close against him, trapped between himself and the pillar.
And then he sinks down to one knee in front of her, his mouth trailing away from her breast and trailing sucking and nipped kisses down her torso, over her navel, down to where the dark fabric of her pants starts, cutting off his exploration. For the time being.
His grip on the curve of her ass tightens for a moment as he peers up the length of her body with golden eyes that gleam in the dim light of the garden. When he speaks, his voice is low and hungry, echoing the look in his eyes. ]
How much 'more' do you want? Will you let me taste you?
[ There's a hiss of pleasure that is pulled from her mouth as he descends. Every kiss, every nip, every drag of teeth serves to stoke the fire that is already growing in her belly. Despite the firm grip of his fingers behind her, Hilda's fingers have no choice but to find purchase in his hair. There's a little more pressure than she'd normally provide given the claws but she has a sneaking suspicion that he doesn't mind.
The low rumble of his voice asking his questions elicits a heady sigh that is quickly cut short by biting her bottom lip. Apparently there had been no point in hiding her desires because he had heard her.
Even if he hadn't heard it however, there's a desperation in her body language, wanting so badly to see him kneeled at her feet and desperately for his tongue against her heat. Unfortunately because of how well he had tired her blindfold, the only thing she can see as she peers down is the bridge of her nose. She offers him a short nod before letting out a breathless laugh as she tugs lightly on his hair. ]
You'll have to come back up here to help me take my jumpsuit off if you want to do that though. [ Her lips curl slightly. ] I promise it'll be worth it. Even I have to admit that I love what's on underneath it.
[ There’s a smile in his voice, dark with promise, as he pushes himself upright once more. He misses the loss of her fingers in his hair at the movement - she hadn’t been wrong in guessing how much he’d enjoyed that sensation, claws included.
But at least this way, he can capture her lips once more in a deep, hungry kiss, even as his fingers move to slide the jacket of her outfit off her shoulders, easing it down her arms until it pools at her waist, leaving her only in the gilded jewelry wrapped about her ribs. He takes a moment to play again, fingers teasing and tweaking against her nipples not that they’re exposed to the warm night air, before he goes back to what he’d started, loosening the lower half of her jumpsuit so he can let it slide down over her hips and legs to pool about her ankles. Keeps her distracted with his mouth on hers and his hands stroking along warm flesh all the while. ]
[ She feels the air move slightly as he pushes himself back up. Her body startles slightly at the sudden feel of his lips on hers again. She grins into the kiss, hands gripping the sides of his face like she had been starving for his lips. Delicate fabric slips from her shoulders, exposing her arms to the cool night breeze and the marble behind her. Her flesh pebbles but that doesn't stop her pursuit of getting her fill of his kisses. A moan comes unbidden into the kiss when she feels his fingers find her nipples again and her hands move from his face, to slip under his undone shirt. Claws lightly dig into the well-built muscles along his back.
As her jumpsuit falls to the floor, it leaves her in nothing more than her golden ribcage and the lingerie she had alluded to. It's not common for her to treat her clothes like this, but here it will only act as a hindrance. She steps out of it, heels kicking the fabric aside for her to deal with later. Desperate to keep contact with him, she trailing frantic kisses down his jaw. Murmured between heated kisses she asks - ]
You'll have to tell me if you like it since I can't see your face.
[ As she kicks the fabric aside, he pulls back enough to gaze down the length of her body, all creamy pale skin decorated only with the gilt ribcage and the black lace. He gives a soft, husky curse, and she should take that as a very positive answer a moment before his fingers skim town over her breasts and ribs and the gold jewelry decorating them. ]
And here I didn't think you could possibly get more beautiful.
[ Her cheeks flush both at the compliment and the exploratory touch down the length of her body. She is nothing but reluctant to have his lips leave hers, but she'll make an exception if it means it goes between her thighs next. Her hands circle from his back to his chest lightly trailing her claws along pale skin. She wants to leave an impression - even if it's a light one that will fade come tomorrow. They travel from his chest where she adds her own nips and kiss in return before her hands lay on his broad shoulders. The corners of her lips pull back into the hint of a wry smirk. ]
How you can you be sure it's not all just a part of the masquerade this evening?
[ Her hands linger there a moment before applying pressure to his shoulders, urging him down. ]
[ He lets himself be pushed down again, dropping to his knees before her and snaking one arm around her hips as he draws her in closer. His lips press slow, teasing kisses to the inside of one hip, trailing in towards her navel. ]
It could be. But I don't believe it is.
[ He doesn't give her much time to come back with another smirking retort, because as he kisses his way across soft, flushed skin, he lets one hand trail fingers inward and down, slipping between her lace-clad legs to press up against more of the same. He's not surprised to find her already hot and wet, even through the fabric separating him from her skin. His touch teases there, stroking slowly between her legs to trace against sensitive skin. ]
[ Whatever come back she has is lost to a wanting shudder rippling through her body at the brush of his fingers against her heat. Her eyes flutter closed behind the blindfold, fingers find purchase once again in his hair in part to steady herself and tugging his locks lightly in the direction she wants his lips to go. Quiet noises of desire and need fall from her lips as his fingers deftly tease her through the thin, damp fabric.
Idly she wonders how long it's been since someone has touched her like this. Does all of her sensitivity and yearning have to do with the lack of tactile touch that she's so used to having? Does it have to do with the anticipation leading up to this moment in the maze with a stranger? Or is there something else at play here that she can't quite put her finger on because her senses are clouded with fey wine, Lief's scent, and the roses around them?
Another stroke sends the thoughts fleeing from her mind as her eyes open again to see darkness. She squirms in his hold, fingers tightening, lips parting in a gasp as she struggles to ground herself long enough to form words into sentences. ]
[ There’s a grin in his voice as he watches her reactions, his fingers playing against sensitivity with deliberate slowness. Relishing each little breathy gasp, each shivering little shudder. He’d known she would be beautiful like this, but she’s even more breathtaking than he imagined. ]
You might want to hold on, my lady.
[ There’s impish mischief in his voice as he gives her that warning, but his tone is all husky desire. He only gives her a moment to comply before his hands slide up the inside of one of her lace-clad thighs. Lifting her leg, he props it over one of his shoulders, letting it rest against the softness of the fox fur pelt he still wears, brushing against her pale skin. To keep her from being unbalanced, he keeps her pressed back against the marble column, but she’s spread open for him now and he takes advantage of it.
Fingers tug the soaked lace out of his way only a moment before his mouth fastens against sensitive flesh, lips and tongue tormenting here with the same skill he’d employed when playing with her breasts. Or perhaps even more. He’s not interested in holding back right now. ]
[ The answer would be infuriating were she not trying to force her thighs back into some kind of solid mass so she wouldn't collapse from the teasing. Lief's warning is hardly that - there's barely enough time to steady herself as her leg is swung over his shoulder. One hand furiously grips his hair while the other goes to grapple uselessly around the marble column. It takes all of her willpower not to immediately rock into his mouth and tongue but with all her concentration focused there, the moan she lets out is wanton and unrestrained.
Their close run in with some faceless party goers means that she's well aware that there are others in the maze with them, but she can't bring herself to care. If they find two masked-ish strangers in a state of disarray then so be it. Hopefully the fey wouldn't take offence. All she can focus on is how her body feels like it could melt at at any moment with the way his tongue deftly works her clit. Her leg tightens around his neck, back arching, desperate to smother him between her thighs, to have more of his mouth on her.
Another whine rips from her lips, mildly incensed that the pretty lingerie she had chosen tonight is acting more like a hindrance than ever intended. Because instead of his fingers inside of her, they're being kept busy holding back the delicate lace. Trusting that the grip of her leg will hold her up, she chances unwinding her arm from around the column. It snakes down towards the fabric, tugging it aside for him. The brush of her own fingers against her swollen folds wrings the smallest whimper from her - a testament to what he's doing to her. ]
[ His low laugh vibrates against slick, sensitive skin as he hears that small whimper of reaction as she tugs the fabric out of his way. A move he appreciates, since he very much thinks she wouldn't forgive him for accidentally ripping the little scrap of fabric to get it out of his way.
Her moans are encouragement enough to keep him going rather than delaying any further. And giving in to her unspoken request, he slides a pair of fingers up to trace over her entrance. Not pushing inside, not yet, he teases her with the anticipation of it. Circles her clit with a fingertip before his mouth takes its place once more. And it's only when he pointedly torments the sensitive nerves with his tongue that he slides the pair of digits into her. She's already so wet for him, there's barely any resistance, and he smiles against her as his fingers thrust shallowly, working his way deeper. ]
[ She hates that she can feel his grin so well against her skin. If it hadn't been apparent to her before, it's crystal clear now that he had known what he was doing with the blindfold. It's annoying that it's so effective; without her eyes her other senses are heightened, acutely aware of him and everything he does. Every stroke of his tongue, the barely concealed amused laugh of his, every teasing slight brush of his fingers against her folds and clit causes her thighs to shudder and shake. And as hot as that is, it stokes her impatience just as much as her desire. Hilda had always enjoyed watching her partners pleasure her and this is no exception. She wants to watch the gleam in his golden eyes as he tastes her so she can see how much he's enjoying it.
The consolation prize of his mouth is barely enough to placate her. ]
Don't tease -
[ 'Me' is drawn out into a moan when his fingers finally slip inside her. The deliberate build up of how deep he thrusts his fingers sends another wave of euphoric pleasure rushing through her. Her fingers tug harder at the already straining fabric of her panties as she bucks up into his mouth. Too overrun with the thought of needing more, her other leg swings up and over his shoulder without warning, thighs clamping around his neck. It's a shocking feat of athleticism that she'd never admit to otherwise but it matters little to her in this moment as her back presses into the pillar to support herself. ]
[ He has to shift a knee to brace himself from the suddenness of her movement, because he hadn't exactly been expecting that. But he is, if anything, excellent at adapting and thinking on his feet. He can work with this, even if he has to shift how he leans slightly so he doesn't unbalance them both. With only one hand to hold her steady, he keeps using the other to pleasure her, fingers working deeper in time to the wet slide of his tongue and the sucking pressure of his lips against slicked flesh.
He hums, letting her feel the vibration of his voice against her, lips still curved in a smug sort of smile, even if it is completely buried against her now. He works her open, using his thumb against her clit to rub in time to the thrust of his fingers inside her now. Driving her higher still. ]
[ A happy cry is dragged from her as her request is granted. Every thrust of his fingers only makes her wonder what it'd be like to have him bottom out inside her, to have his flesh pounding against her as he drives into her again and again. Miraculously, the blindfold hasn't budged even though she so desperately wants to see his face buried between her thighs.
Every languid swipe of his tongue threatens to undo her, as does the sound of how wet she is. It sounds obscene, especially mingled with her gasps and moans; surely someone would overhear them. But even if they did, she isn't sure they'd hear. And with the haze of pleasure she's in, none of that quite matters to her. It doesn't even matter that the fabric of her panties is soaked through and digging into her fingers as she strains to hold it back for him.
Pressure builds in the pit of her stomach like a silk chord pulling tighter and tighter. Hilda feels herself on the precipice of snapping, and as much as she wants to chase that feeling, as easily as she'd let it happen, she doesn't want this to end. Her thighs begin to shake on either side of him, but it has less to do with trying to steady herself and everything to do with trying to stave off her release. It's losing battle however when his tongue is lavishing her, his fingers are knuckle-deep inside her, and the feeling of her golden ribcage digging into her back encases her in pleasure from all sides. ]
[ The words are murmured against her heated flesh as he works her deeper, and then eases a third finger inside her stretching her further still around the digits. He thrusts deep, how mouth returning to torment against her clit, feeling the way her legs shook where they rested over his shoulders. It had him doubling down with intent, fully meaning for her to topple over that edge. Wanting to feel her fall apart against his tongue, around his fingers. ]
[ It's hard for her to say what finally succeeds in pushing her over the edge. It could be the timbre and vibration of his voice against her heat urging her to let go just for him, or it could be the added pressure of another one of his skillful fingers pushing against her walls while his tongue and mouth work relentlessly against her swollen clit.
In reality, it's probably all of the above that finally snaps the taunt chord and in hindsight it won't really matter because her mind goes blank. Pleasure overcomes her as Hilda lets out a shameless cry, thighs pressing tight around him. Her hands fist his red locks keeping his head in place as she rides out her orgasm against his tongue, his lips, his fingers needing more of him. ]
Gods - Lief -
[ His name leaves her lips in breathless praise. ]
[ He smiles against her as she comes undone beneath his tongue, even if he feels a pang over the fact that it’s not his real name on her lips. Some other time, perhaps. Even though he’s a little surprised she’s let him get this far in the first place.
He works her through her orgasm, movements slower and drawn out now. To soothe, rather than arouse, even if he drags out those delicious aftershocks for as long as he possibly can. Finally, he eases back, lips trailing kisses along her inner thigh as he peers up at her, still blindfolded and almost naked.
For once, he wishes they didn’t have a party to get back to. Masks to wear. He’d much rather take her back somewhere quiet and private and continue to memorize every beautiful inch of her. But he doubted that was going to be in the cards for him.
So instead, he eases her legs back down from around his shoulders, even as he keeps his hands on her hips, steadying her until she finds her balance once more. If he hadn’t left her weak-kneed, he clearly hadn’t done a good enough job. ]
Beautiful.
[ He murmurs the word against her stomach as he leans in and lets his lips rest there for one more kiss, just inside her hip. ]
[ Her heart hammers in her chest like a hummingbird as she comes down from her high. Every gentle drag and lick of his tongue sends another wave of breathless shivers up her body, fulfilling his wish of making her so weak in the knees that she doubts she'll be able to stand. So caught up in her euphoria, she barely hears the murmured word he presses like a secret to the soft flesh of her stomach.
It's only when she's confident she won't simply melt into the ground she tugs him up, fingers ghosting against the hollow of his neck and his jaw. It feels familiar, like there's an image of a person forming in her mind and just on the tip of her tongue but she can't place it. The Fey wine may not have the same memory erasing effects of the pearls, but it makes it hard to conjure the image in full clarity. But maybe that's for the best, she thinks as she finally bends down to press a still heated kiss to his lips tasting her own arousal on his tongue. Murmured against his lips she asks - ]
Any chance I could return the favour?
[ It's unlike her considering it's a perfect stranger, but she's feeling generous this evening. ]
[ His lips curve against her own as she tugs him up and he presses her back against the cool marble. He lingers there, trailing kisses back her jaw, against her lips. Teasing and light now, rather than the desperate hunger. Although she’ll no doubt feel that he’s still very hard, where he’s pressed against her thigh.
Before he can answer one way or another, however, there’s the sound of laughter and voices somewhere nearby and he tenses slightly, his head coming up to focus on the sound. He shifts, sheltering her with his own body as he listens, but the sound of voices are now definitely moving towards them once more.
Cursing softly under his breath, he bends to steal one more fleeting kiss. ]
I think our time for that might be up tonight, Gorgeous. But we can save it for next time, hmm?
[ She does feel it, especially when hands slide down the length of his chest towards the bulge there. It sparks an already hungry desire through her, stoking the already lingering warmth at the bit of her stomach that yearns for him. The gentle palming motions stop as he leans into her and she realizes why a beat later. The sound of voices breaks through the sound of her heartbeat thudding in her ears.
While she can't see the source of the voices, she comes to the same conclusion that he does. Before he can pull away full she cups his hands pulling him close for one last kiss. Before she can stoop down to retrieve her jumpsuit, she motions to her blindfold, silently asking him to turn it back into her mask. ]
Next time? [ The sound of laughter undertones her question. ] How am I going to find you though?
[ His smirk is audible in his voice as he slides his hands up to brush against her blindfold. He leans in, lips murmuring his words against her ear. ]
Close your eyes for me.
[ He’s going to assume she does, since that will give him ample opportunity to make sure his own disguise is still firmly in place before he transforms hers back to what it should be. ]
Until next time, Beautiful.
[ There’s a brush of cool air as her blindfold finishes returning to the mask it had once been, but by the time her eyes are free and she can see her surroundings once more… he’s already gone.
Better to leave a little sense of mystery, he thinks. That and he’s not so sure how long he could keep up his disguise in the aftermath of everything else. Hopefully she’ll forgive him for leaving her to navigate her way out of the maze once more on her own. ]
[ It's considerably warmer in the stairwell down into the guest quarters below deck of the cruise ship and the sound of Sylvain's low laughter precedes him down the corridor as he heads for the room they're sharing while onboard. He can hear Claude's footsteps just behind him, but as Hilda is currently draped over one of his broad shoulders, he can't actually look back to see him there.
When she squirms in his grip, he gives her ass a playful smack with one broad hand, smirking as he does so. ]
If you don't want me to accidentally damage this dress of yours, I'd hold still if I were you.
[ Below the deck of the Arcanis feels like a different world to where they had been moments before. The mood had shifted and once again whatever melancholy that had plagued her feels eons away. Her cape has served her well but is now bundled in her arms after she had somehow managed to wriggle out of it after Sylvain had unceremoniously thrown her over his shoulder like a pack of potatoes.
The jewelery and charms in her hair jingle as she wriggles over his shoulder laughing both out of embarrassment and joy. That comes to an abrupt end when there's a sharp smack to her ass and Claude is treated to the full view of her face flushing a deeper shade of pink as her eyes widen. A split second later her face breaks out into an incredulous expression as she twists her head in an attempt to see Sylvain. ]
Sylvain, you wouldn't! I told you how long it took me to stone this.
[ His warning seems somewhat effective. Somewhat. In the next breath she's turning back towards Claude eyes going wide and pleading. ]
Claude, help! Sylvain is being mean.
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[ There's nothing but laughter from Claude at the events in quick succession: the well-timed smack, Hilda's flush, and her subsequent plea which has an idea forming instantly. That he'd forfeited his gloves - well, that comes in awfully handy right now. ]
Help, you say?
[ In a tone which makes it immediately apparent, not that the other two haven't already guessed this, that Claude's about to offer no such help whatsoever. Will that stop him from stepping forward with the supposed guise of it anyway? Absolutely not and same for reaching out a hand - only to run those half-frozen (to Claude) fingers lightly and teasingly down her face, along her neck and down to a collarbone and further. That fun can be shared since his other equally cold hand gets slipped beneath the back of Sylvain's waistband, just for good measure. ]
How about that for a start?
[ There's as much innocence as he can manage in there, which is to say: none. ]
[ Claude could never manage innocence with the two of them anyway - they know him too well.
Sylvain gives a quiet hiss as those cold fingers slip down the back of his pants but fortunately he’s got a good enough grip on Hilda that nothing too terrible happens in the process
Still, he has to laugh, because he’s pretty sure Hilda’s about to be a lot more mad at Claude than she is at him. That worked out well for him, didn’t it? ]
And I see Claude continues to be the least helpful person ever. And you called me mean?!
[ As Claude's frigid (an exaggeration, but they're cold compared to her skin) fingers drag along her exposed skin Hilda lets out a noise equivalent to that of a startled cat. It immediately causes her to squirm in Sylvain's hold, her skin pebbling in the wake of Claude's touch. ]
You're both mean!
[ The squeal turns to a whine of annoyance as she immediately reaches out to try and swipe at Claude. She tips forward over Sylvain's shoulder, the scrape of the beading of her dress against Sylvain's skin probably not the most pleasant feeling - but she's been betrayed twice and in the same breath no less! The comfort of her would-be captor is the last thing on her mind. Her swipe doesn't connect with Claude's body - but she does manage to grab a fistful of his cloak drawing him closer to them. ]
I thought you'd be on my side. It's not my fault you gave me your gloves.
[ No sooner than the actions are completed and they're both reacting is Claude laughing. He makes a half-hearted dodge away from Hilda's swing towards him while still chuckling - and holding onto Sylvain's waistband to steady himself and continue applying freezing fingers - but not quickly enough (or with any intent) to get away from her grasp on his cloak bringing him forward. ]
Hey, who says I'm not on your side? I totally am!
[ Using the momentum of the pull Claude steps forward with a grin to steal a kiss from her. A short one, both on account of them still being walking and with the possibility of being off-balance at any second thanks to the ship's motions and colliding teeth doesn't sound entirely appealing. There's a better use for teeth potentially in their near future.
As if the seas read his mind, the boat crests a wave just enough to give the hallway a bit of an incline right as he pulls back. Any collisions are avoided, though Claude also shamelessly slips one hand lower to grasp Sylvain's ass through with pants in the way. Everyone gets spared cold hands for now though the grin on his face only Hilda can see says that might change at any moment. ]
Thank goodness Sylvain's here to keep us both upright, though he might end up regretting that if we are on the same side.
[ Sylvain gives a snort of laughter - both at that comment and the not-so-subtle hand on his ass. He glances back over his shoulder - and Hilda - to meet the other man's laughing gaze with a smirk. ]
Oh, I always regret that. There's nothing more dangerous than you two teaming up over something. I learned that all the way back at the Academy, thanks. And I wasn't likely to forget.
[ Reaching to door to their cabin, he fidgets in his pocket for their key before unlocking the door and carrying Hilda inside. It's a little cramped, but the bed is large enough that all three of them can fit if they snuggle - which had been his intention with this reservation in the first place. It makes the room snug and cozy - which he figures can only help with the two hothouse orchids he's keeping company with.
Careful not to damage Hilda's very precious - and uncomfortable - dress, he slides her down his shoulder so he can set her on her feet once more. Bending in, he drops a kiss on the tip of her nose with an impish grin. ]
Of course, if you both want to prove that it's not always gonna cause regrets, I can't say I'd mind that, either.
[ The kiss catches her off guard and there's the smallest noise of surprise as she's mid-clench of Claude's cloak. It's brief, but not so brief that she isn't able to tug lightly on his lip in quiet retaliation as he pulls away. The tip of the boat forces her to loosen her hold on the fabric, letting it slip through her fingers like water. That doesn't stop her putting on pout as Sylvain lets them into the cabin that disappears only briefly as she's set down gently on the floor. ]
I don't think you have to rush to conclusions or brace yourself. Claude said if we were on the same side. [ Pointedly she peers around Sylvain to give Claude with that same look of mock betrayal. ] And besides, how do I know that you're both not going to team up on me?
[ A heaving little sigh flutters from her lips as she reaches out to shift places with Sylvain so that the back of his legs are up against the end of the bed. One hand is firmly on Sylvain's chest to help steady her as she begins to remove her heels one at a time. ]
But I guess if you've felt that way all this time we could find a way to reassure you.
[ That emphasis on if is enough to get a gasp out of Claude and one hand clutched to his chest because he's clearly aghast at this Supposed Accusation besmirching their teamwork. ]
I can't decide what I'm more offended by! That Hilda's going to just leave me out in the cold, fortunately the purely metaphorical kind this time after being out in the real thing, or that you'd ever regret us, Sylvain.
[ It's not what Sylvain said, not even a little bit, but he's going to run with it in yet another routine the two of them are long familiar with. Not doing so would mean passing up a chance for mischief, and who wants that? Not Claude!
That's exactly why he immediately makes his way to stand behind the other man in order to run still chilly fingertips along the inside of Sylvain's collar, and that the 'shirt' beneath is jewelry works out for touching plenty of skin as he goes when the next move is sliding his hands inside the jacket properly to run them slowly down Sylvain's chest. ]
Maybe we should go for both regrets and reassurances. I can think of a few fun combinations there.
Excuse you. [ He playfully teases Hilda while she braces herself against him to remove her heels. Now he's the one playing at looking mock offended - even as he keeps a wary eye on Claude as he circles around him, because he doesn't trust that expression on his face at all. ] I would like to inform you that you'd love Claude and I teaming up on you. When you could string two words together again to come to that conclusion, anyway.
And I'm pretty sure I have informed you [ this to Claude this time, pointedly playful, until he pauses to hiss at the press of cold fingers again. Rude. ] on multiple occasions of precisely that. [ None of them had been truthful, of course, but he'd certainly complained about it. Mostly when Claude was being an unbearable tease. ]
I feel like I should be more worried that you apparently took that as inspiration. Maybe we should go back to teaming up on Hilda.
[ And he'll abruptly clasp Hilda about the waist and spin, lifting her at the same time, only to deposit her safely tucked between them now. ]
[ When both the men don their masks of offence and dramatics its met with a playful roll of her eyes. She should have seen it coming. In spite of her amusement, she works to keep a look of displeasure on her face as if it were somehow believable that she didn't like the idea of that one bit. She huffs. ]
String two words together? What is that supposed to mean? Because I know you aren't talking about right now.
[ The challenge in her tone is evident, as if daring either of them to prove her wrong. She has been known to multitask however and who says that she can't egg both of them on while removing her heel and keeping her gaze locked on the way that Sylvain's skin pebbles at Claude's cool touch? The jewels on his shirt sparkle in the dim light of the cabin in a way that she can't help but admire. Her admiration is cut short however - and just in time too as her other heel comes off and she finds herself wedged between them.
Without her heels the height difference between them is emphasized. Her eyes trail up from Sylvain's chest to his face all too aware of Claude's presence at her back. The realization that she had been in a similar position several nights before flashes through her mind and a faint shiver runs up her spine. The moment she's thinking of hadn't been the first, but it had started out in a similar fashion - them playfully joking around in the kitchen before she eventually found herself wedged between them. At the time it had reminded her of that night at the inn in Aquila before they had started down this path. It had been too much for her at the time and she had wormed her way out of there before anything more could happen. In that sense, Sylvain's words about her being tongue-tied is true. She is the one that needed more reassurance out of the two of them. At least when it came to this.
The difference between now and then? She feels braver. Casting a glance over her shoulder towards Claude - a silent signal that had passed between them so many times before - her fingers easily find the waistband of Sylvain's pants. Fingers trail along his waistband, fingernails skirting along his warm skin. ]
We can't help you come to a decision if you're both teaming up on me. So I think Claude and I will have to work together on this one to help you come to a conclusion.
[ Sylvain's quick spin to place Hilda between them means it's easy to grin, fully dropping whatever silly act he'd had mere moments ago when this is so much better to focus on. It's not the first time they've been here, and not even in recent memory. But that doesn't make any of this less exciting, less easy to step right back into when it's also followed with Hilda's glance over her shoulder which has his attention immediately in more ways than one.
And like he has on many a night before this one even though it's not been for some time, Claude bends down the distance to murmur into Hilda's ear. Of course and unlike those other times, tonight comes with holding Sylvain's gaze with a smirk while he does so. ]
Careful what you wish for, Hilda. You know both of us love nothing more than a good dare if you're going to mention it's not happening right now when it could be.
[ But - that'd be too predictable, in some ways, even if Claude knows well enough it's equally so that he's taking this and running with it. That statement comes with placing his now mostly warmed hands (courtesy of teasing Sylvain) on Hilda's hips for the first part of it. He doesn't linger there long, instead drawing fingertips up her sides with just enough touch to make it be felt and especially so in the small gaps in the dress where skin's present.
Only to leave one hand behind back at her waist with a couple fingertips hooked into the beading to reach out with his other to also hook them through Sylvain's shirt when it so conveniently allows for the same to make it (slightly) more difficult to move away without risking either garment, and all the better to keep Sylvain where they want him for the moment pending some decisions. ]
I think a little test of Sylvain's patience might in order to help him find that conclusion, don't you? Maybe he'd enjoy a little show first.
Why are we testing my patience - of which we all know I have none - when we could be testing Hilda’s?
[ The retort is uttered with a smirk as he shivers slightly at the slide of Hilda’s fingers at his waist. The faint edge of her nails adding sensation to the caress, even before Claude’s fingers tangle in the mesh of his shirt and tug him closer.
He doesn’t pull away - mostly because he knows there will be hell to pay of he breaks any of Hilda’s hard work, but also because watching their exchanges like this is always a fascinating moment. How they can have entire conversations without saying a word. It made him marvel every time he witnessed it. Which was happening more and more often of late - either to his benefit or detriment, he was discovering. ]
[ If they had to compare who had the most patience amongst them, Hilda would have immediately, and gracefully, pulled herself out of the running. She had little patience. How could she when she's spent her whole life wanting and immediately receiving? Playing any sort of waiting game for anything she wanted was usually met with a whine, or at the very least a pout.
But maybe this time she's willing to try her hand at it just to sate her burgeoning curiosity of what it would look like to see Sylvain's patience tested.
Hilda can't pinpoint the cause of the spark of warmth down her spine. If it's that fleeting thought, the feeling of Claude's breath warm against the shell of her ear, or the way his fingers settle between the gaps of her dress before settling against her back. She hums. ]
That feels like a lot of pressure.
[ Her gaze moves back towards Sylvain, as she gently grasps Claude's chin to bring his lips to hers. The kiss lingers before she pulls away, tugging lightly on his lips and releasing her grasp. ]
I guess we'll have to try our best then, huh? We should probably get Sylvain comfortable first though, don't you think?
That you have no patience is what makes it so fun. I meant what I said about you having reactions to match.
[ The latter for Hilda's benefit if she's not seen them, that is, and ones Claude's all too happy to assist in drawing out through any number of ways they've played with. He's not missed the look in the other man's eyes as they keep him right where they want him.
What comes next will have to be a mystery as Hilda turns his head and he follows the instruction obediently to meet her with a kiss he doesn't hesitate to put clear desire into. Even with his intent to let her lead, let her set a pace if it's what she wants, having her pressed against him like this leaves no room for anything else as a hum leaves him when she ends the kiss with an instruction.
A glance to the side shows there's a few options for seating with a few armchairs and an upholstered bench, all of which have possibilities, but there's always the bed when there's the inevitability of ending up there at some point tonight. In what capacity's to be determined and in the spirit of testing, Claude hums as lets go of Sylvain's shirt and moves his fingertips upwards along Hilda's shoulder blades and then forward slowly, this time sliding them beneath the netting and searching out skin to start to cup her breasts as much as the construction allows until it gets in the way entirely in a small tease meant for all of them. ]
He can wait a little - right, Sylvain? He loves anticipation, believe me. [ The tone's innocent enough, but Claude certainly means it in no such way as he leans down to drop one kiss after another along Hilda's nearest shoulder in a slow trail. ] Maybe he can get comfortable by finding somewhere to sit first.
[ He watches them kiss, and doesn't bother to hide the quiet groan of appreciation at the sight, his eyes darkening, breathing giving a quiet audible hitch. This isn't something he's gotten to watch a lot of, as they're both still finding their feet and they haven't had a lot of opportunities to explore this. Which was part of why he'd been so insistent they come away together, with just them and no interruptions.
He was having no regrets over this at all. ]
Why don't you let me worry about how comfortable I am and you two keep doing that?
[ There's a note of laughter in his voice but his tone has definitely turned husky as he backs up a step and moves to sink down on the trunk at the end of the bed, which still gives him a perfect view of them where they currently stand. Or if they choose to move to the bed for that matter.
[ Sylvain's reactions in these sorts of intimate situations aren't sights that she's had the opportunity to see which has everything to do with her nervousness and uncertainty of her place here with them. It doesn't escape her that it's uncharacteristic of her to be so filled with doubt. But instead of the impending doom that had come hand in hand with her uncertainty, there's a spark of excitement there instead spurred on by the look she catches in Sylvain's eyes.
When she feels Claude's hands snaking beneath the fabric of her dress, she has half a mind to scold him to remind him for the umpteenth time to be careful. Instead, the brush of skin against her nipples leaves her feeling a little breathless in spite of herself and the subsequent complaint flies from her mind.
She can feel the way her cheeks are flush from the attention from both Claude's wandering hands and lips and Sylvain's amber gaze affixed on the pair of them.The last thing she knows she should do is overthink this. She'd been with Claude so many times before. And yet it's different because they haven't so much as kissed since their fight and they certainly haven't done more than that with Sylvain present.
Her head tilts, allowing more room for Claude to continue his journey across her skin as her arm drapes languidly around his neck. ]
If Sylvain's getting comfortable, it's only fair we do too, right? Why don't you start with my dress, Claude?
[ As much as he's enjoyed appreciating Hilda in this dress, that it only has enough give to move so far is a test to Claude's own patience. It'll have to be enough to touch where he can and when that positive reaction is noted - of course the only thing to do is to repeat that brush and far more deliberately so. When Hilda speaks he pauses in moving his lips slowly up her neck and looks to Sylvain with a grin. ]
Hands to yourself until it's time, Gautier. You know the rules.
[ There are no rules, but since it entertains Claude to bring up one he'd once given Sylvain and feels doubly appropriate here what with enjoying the show as much as that rapt attention implies. It ties in nicely even more so to testing patience and making sure they feed into that look in the other man's eye. One he certainly feels himself as he withdraws his hands with as much and as long of a teasing touch as can be managed.
It'll have to do for now since Claude undoes the dress's closure next, careful to open it all the way to make it all the easier as he slides the dress carefully from Hilda's shoulders. Or starts to before deciding to lean forward to kiss her again as he does so, and there's no pretense about undressing her all the way by letting the fabric slowly pool in ripples down to the floor on the reveal. He's quick to replace the dress with his hands as he breaks the kiss in time with bringing his hands to her breasts again to lightly tease her nipples again between his fingertips before trailing one down towards her ribcage - or farther still if not stopped or redirected. ]
Better?
[ A question aimed everywhere and nowhere in particular, so long as the answers are yes. ]
Since I can’t reach anyone else at the moment, I’ll have to keep them to myself, won’t I?
[ Knowing it’s the exact opposite of what Claude meant with that order, he very deliberately leans back on one hand, spreads his legs, and lets his other hand start unbuttoning his pants.
But his eyes never leave the show they’re giving him. Watching the movement of Claude’s hand over Hilda’s dress, the way her body responds to it - because yeah that dress leaves very little to the imagination and he can see the way her nipples are puckering from here.
And then the fabric is slipping down the lithe lines of her body to pool at her feet and he realizes she really did have nothing on beneath it. His breath hitches with a soft curse as he watches Claude cup her breasts now, playing, and lets his eyes rake over every exposed inch of her with a hungry gaze. ]
[ There's a soft exhale of affirmation from Hilda as the slinky fabric of the dress drops in a quiet woosh to the floor. The garment hadn't been offering much warmth or coverage to begin with, but now that it lay on the floor pooled around her feet it was more apparent than ever that she really had nothing else underneath it. It had been part practicality, part a desire to tease the two that now shared the room with her.
But it's not the cold that leaves her skin pebbling. Claude's earlier teasing had already peaked her nipples into pert points and his hand trailing down the length of her body are the cause. One particular twist of her nipple causes her back to arch slightly as another pleased noise slips from parted lips. She makes no move to stop Claude, enjoying the feeling of his roaming hand and all too enraptured by the sight of Sylvain. Biting her bottom lip doesn't diminish the fact that there now sits a mischievous smirk there that probably mirrors the one on Claude's face. ]
I could say the same about you.
[ Before Claude's hand brushes against the top of her thighs she turns, unclasping the cloak from around his neck and letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor. Her hands make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, kissing and sucking along his chest until that's pushed to the floor too. She moves south, lips cresting the top of his pants before her eyes flick up dangerously towards him. ]
[ There's nothing but a too fond half eye roll, half raising his gaze to the ceiling in feigned exasperation as Sylvain immediately disobeys that supposed rule that's not a rule at all. It's expected and that's exactly why Claude finds it so amusing - though really, if they're going to be testing Sylvain's patience it's only fair the other man uses his hands on himself to keep him occupied.
Claude might have even said as much if it wasn't for Hilda turning in his grasp and that demanding his focus both to make sure he trails his hands over her as much as those pleased pebbles on her skin demand. What Sylvain's said is true - she's gorgeous, and there's a limit to how touch alone can express that even as he tries to put unspoken ones into each pass of his fingers. Maybe it'd make the task of undressing him easier if he'd hold still while her hands work, but the cloak hardly demands it as he brings his hands to rest on her ass to cup it. But the window for that is all too brief as is when he leans in for a kiss and Hilda moves on to spend her own attention on him. It doesn't take long for his eyes to fall shut, his own teasing temporarily forgotten when each press of her lips sparks against his skin.
It's not until she speaks that he remembers to open his eyes and look down to where she waits, and that look from her ignites what was already smoldering in his veins. ]
You'd know I'd hate to be left out of that. [ It doesn't quite hit the right teasing note when there's no hiding how that affection he'd missed affected him in multiple ways as he reaches now to trace the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip in a silent invitation to not stop before his gaze goes to Sylvain for a moment and then back to meet Hilda's again. ] Though I think you and I can find more ways to get more compliments from Sylvain yet.
I think both your egos are secure enough to not need an abundance of flattery from me. Especially when mouths could be so useful elsewhere instead.
[ He says it playfully, flippantly, but his eyes are still dark as he watches Hilda sink down on her knees before Claude, fingers loosening his clothes to strip away the fabric as she goes.
His own pants are unfastened though his cock is still tucked away beneath the fabric. His fingers skim lightly along the underside, the shape and length of him visible from how he reclines back on his elbows and watches the show the other two put on. It’s impossible to hide how much he’s enjoying it, and he wouldn’t have even bothered to try, in fact. He wants them to see. ]
I don't need my ego stroked as much as Claude does.
[ Hilda's tone matches Sylvain's - it's playful and light much like her fingers as they dance across the top of Claude's pants. Her fingernails drag lightly against the skin there before they pause at the button. Her mouth presses a warm kiss slow and sweet to his thumb, taking it in her mouth to swirl and suck it languidly. When she releases it she casts a fleeting glance over her shoulder towards Sylvain.
Hilda's eyes light up at the sight. There's no hiding the way her eyes trail the motion of his hand as he teases himself. It's not hard to conjure the images of their night in the Feywild maze and how it felt to have him touch her. Warmth breaks against her skin as an impish smile breaks across her lips. ]
We like complimenting you though, Sylvain. But... [ Her voice trails off as she turns back towards Claude, humming in thought. ] I guess you're right. There are other places to use mouths. Like here -
[ Her lips press against Claude's abdomen again to leave a mark of adoration against his skin. Before her lips decide on the next place her fingers make work of the button of his pants, slowly wriggling them down his legs. Her lips find the inside of his thighs, pressing kisses to both of them, using her teeth to drag lightly against sensitive skin. ]
Or here.
[ She gazes up, eyes brimming with feigned innocence, the question she poses to the pair of them. ]
[ If he wasn't so distracted by each of Hilda's movements and all the possibilities of what could follow each one as the next, Claude might've scoffed at the idea that any of them didn't enjoy compliments as much as the other no matter who was being compared. But on this - well, he'll take it. For now, since there's a fine line between being too difficult and not getting what he'd like and riling them both up.
Or himself, since when Claude finally pauses to find what it is he wants to say, he's already followed Hilda's gaze to Sylvain's repose - or what would be if it wasn't for that very active interest in what might come that. Something they share, though as Hilda's lips and teeth skim across his thighs in an echo of something from so many nights and far too many nights since the last, and what results is a not at all subtle sharp inhale when each press of her mouth sends shivers radiating. It's the realization of the latter combined with desire serves to derail his thoughts for a solid few seconds as he holds her gaze with all of it apparent.
There's an answer - an obvious one, and one obvious for more reasons than one as he suddenly realizes his hand had slipped unbidden from her face back into her hair wherever his fingertips could find to rest in her hairstyle - and it rests on the tip of his tongue for a moment to teeter back and forth. It isn't hesitation keeping him from but something else in mind when he's quick to answer before Sylvain does, with any luck. ]
Those are a good start, but I bet we can think of some other ones. [ And with a smirk cut sideways to where Sylvain's seated, he'll hold the other man's gaze if he catches it for a second before looking back to Hilda next. ] Or we could take some mercy on Sylvain - for now - and let him choose and see about earning some praise.
Well, since I’m the hapless spectator here, I think it’s only fair I get to dictate what I want to see.
[ Sylvain’s tone is playfully smug, but that doesn’t change the fact that his intent gaze is dark and hungry as he watches them together. Licking bitten lips, he lets his fingers continue to tease over the outline of his own cock, not giving himself more than that for the moment. ]
Let me see what you can do with that clever tongue of yours, Hilda. Take him in your mouth. Make him moan. He makes such pretty noises when you get him desperate.
[ Hilda doesn't give enough time for any prick of jealousy or possessiveness to rear its head as Sylvain utters directions and knowledge of a state few got to see with Claude. Instead she hums in feigned thought as if considering it despite the fact that her hands are already beginning to grasp the top of Claude's underthings to pull them down revealing his length. ]
I guess I could. It's been a while since I've heard them.
[ Spitting into her hand she begins to work him languidly, letting out a dainty little sigh. ]
I've forgotten what they sound like if I'm being honest.
[ And while that's a bold faced lie, she certainly hasn't forgotten how to try and coax those sounds from Claude. Eyes never leaving him she starts slow, her tongue teasing his slit only letting her mouth slip briefly around the head and tip before pulling back away. ]
[ A while is an understatement as anticipation reminds him. As it's doubled down upon by Sylvain's words which tug desire forth even more though now and in the last bit of clothing being tugged away, there's no hiding it as Hilda takes him in hand. Though he'd been mostly hard already, his cock hardens further with her touch.
There's only so much he can play off when that hitch of his breath as her tongue lathes over him before her mouth was audible in the relative quiet of their room. Claude has to bite the inside of his cheek as undetectedly as possible when Hilda pulls back as a tactic they certainly share in common. He knows how this works, the way they tease each other and how that's not just in pairs but has expanded to all three of them now.
Something Claude certainly doesn't mind at all. It's all part of the thrill of knowing this could just as easily shift from putting Sylvain at the center of it to any one of them in the next moment - which is why he's also going to double down on what he can do here, always one to test what he can as he brings his hand forward to trace the pad of his thumb along Hilda's jaw again. ]
Sylvain has just as many and particularly loves being denied something. His favorite, actually.
[ As Claude's doing now in the flimsiest of ways, even if it's not giving Hilda what she wants either without a little more first. ]
[ That just gets a scoff of laughter from the redhead. ]
Oh, we all know that is a blatant lie. Then again, none of us are exactly the patient sort here.
[ Which makes for an interesting blend, since they all tend to be a bit of a tease as well. It also makes for an explosive combination in certain circumstances. One he’s looking forward to tonight. ]
Stop trying to distract from the fact that Hilda knows exactly what she’s doing and you know just how true that is. Maybe you’re the one we should be teasing and denying here, hmm?
[ His eyes, though, are locked on the movement of Hilda’s mouth. The dart of that tongue as she teases against the slit. He can practically see the way Claude hardens more at the stimulation. His own hand strokes along his length again, finally tugging himself out and purposefully wrapping his fingers around his cock as he teases himself in time to the movement of her mouth. As if he could imagine feeling her there, too. ]
[ As much as they're teasing one another, Hilda is well aware of the nerves that bubble beneath her desire and embarrassment. What if she had forgotten? What if what had felt pleasurable didn't anymore? And that hasn't even touched on what Sylvain might like. Self-doubt and self-consciousness are new to her in these sorts of scenarios. Even when she doesn't know anything about a new partner there's enough self-confidence in her looks that overshadows any insecurities that may arise. It's odd for her not to have that to fall back on, particularly with two people that arguably know her the best.
The brush of Claude's thumb against her jaw draws her from her thoughts momentarily as she leans into his touch. Movement from the corner of her eye draws her attention to Sylvain. Lips part a little wider to pull Claude slowly against her tongue, squeezing him just a little more with her hand as it moves in tandem with her mouth as she keeps eye contact with Sylvain. ]
Why am I not surprised you both have that in common?
[ This time she takes her time licking Claude's length from shaft to tip, coating it with her saliva before returning to only working him with her hands. ]
That isn't a bad idea, Sylvain. [ Her eyes flash up back towards Claude, tongue skipping across the head of him mischievously. ] Besides, doing anything beyond teasing is so much work. And it's been such a long day already.
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[ This time whatever resolve he had to remain silent dissolves when Claude (poorly) chokes back a noise in the back of his throat as Hilda works her way along his length. The deliberateness of every movement only adds to everything so much more, and in a motion he doesn't begin to hope that both of them somehow won't notice the fingers of his free hand curl into his palm. A precursor to an idea half formed, possibly, though by the time he's left with Hilda's hands the breath he exhales is decidedly shaky with a mixture of need and want. ]
Sounds to me like Sylvain's asking for the two of us to team up on him even further.
[ Since - in the larger picture of things, this is rather light, isn't it? There's more they could do which certainly doesn't involve he himself being the object of teasing - though maybe that doesn't need to be voiced aloud with a particular stroke of Hilda's hand has his breath rather noticeably hitching in his throat and there's a shift of his hips to follow her hand to maximize the touch.
But. It's followed immediately by a smirk the two of them well know well as a sign that an idea's occurred to him. ]
But it has been a long day, hasn't it? I'd hate to tire you out even more before we've really gotten started. Let's fix that.
[ With the last words out of his mouth, Claude steps back out of her grasp to instead take her hands in his, first to pull her up to stand and then steps forward to move her back towards the bed unless someone has something else to add first. ]
[ Claude says this as he breaks the latest kiss in a long line of many as they'd stumbled their way into bed on this particular night. Words had been forgotten for a little bit - an impressive feat for two men who enjoy using them to all kinds of advantages and upon each other all for the fun of seeing what might happen. What might not work, what absolutely will as it uncovers something else: all things Claude's stored away into forming this very idea he's dangling in front of Sylvain without much else context.
Or, well - there's some context given the state of half undress they're in when it'd been too much bother to get out of clothing first beyond fingers scrabbling over a button or a closure briefly in favor of urging Sylvain towards his waiting bed for once stripped of all books, papers, and anything else within it. Call it a slight bribe just like the leg he has between the other man's even as he has a hand inside his trousers to palm him, so it's with a smirk Claude withdraws his hand from teasing just to make sure there's no distractions.
As much as any such pause can last, anyway. ]
And that's only if you think you can handle it, that is.
[ A little bonus teasing of another kind to appeal to their respective competitive natures on top of everything else never hurts. ]
[ Sylvain just groans when Claude pulls that hand away, hips rocking down against that thigh pressed snug against him anyway, chasing the heat and friction as much as he’s able. They’re both flushed and rumpled, lips reddened and kiss-swollen.
But he flops back on the bed in a dramatic fashion, just because he can, lying there looking half-debauched already. That was probably on purpose. If you’re going to be a tease, he’s going to make you regret it. ]
Isn’t that supposed to be my line? I’m pretty sure I can handle anything you throw at me.
[ The flopping back tugs on one of those strands of fondness he feels for the sulking man in question, and though he'd been the one to interrupt things headed down a path they know well by now Claude's also the first one to lean over to close the distance again. Even before what he knows is a challenge Sylvain means without hearing what the idea is first to say he's on board anyway - probably - and he's still chuckling just a bit before stealing that next kiss when pulling away entirely proves to be too much. ]
So certain, aren't we. [ This time the words are murmured against Sylvain's lips with the expected smirk weaving through the tone instead. Rather than going back to teasing Sylvain with his hand or thigh, instead Claude reaches up to run fingers through red hair he's come to cherish before winding them into it for a light tug. ] That'll just this idea all the more fun for us both since testing that might just be part of it.
[ His eyes slip closed at the feeling of those fingers sliding into his hair, tugging and drawing a quiet murmur of appreciation from his lips. Ones that are still quirking upwards in a smirk as Claude laughs and kisses him again. Which is what he’d wanted anyway, so he’ll count it as a win.
He does reach up to prod the other man in the ribs, however, when those are all the words that are forthcoming. ]
Are you going to let me in on this idea of yours or is this another one of your terrible mysteries you’re gonna torment me with for the next three hours or so?
Are you implying you wouldn't want something to last for three hours?
[ That's fired back as soon as he's done making an appropriately ruffled noise in response to being poked. Predictably, it's almost tempting to drag it out a little further - maybe not hours' worth this time. Though, Claude thinks as he kisses Sylvain one last time before sitting up just enough to look down at him (mostly) without getting distracted. ]
I wasn't thinking that many hours specifically, but... let's say a while might factor into part of my idea.
[ And while he might've been looking to not distract himself, he'd certainly made no promises about distracting Sylvain as he moves his hand from resting on the other's chest slowly southward. ]
Before that, what are your thoughts on being tied up?
[ Sylvain arches an eyebrow as the tries to figure out where this conversation is going. He can tell where that hand is going and he's perfectly encouraging of that, even rocking his hips upwards to meet it. ]
I suppose that depends on what your thoughts are on what you're going to do to me after you tie me up.
I suppose it was too much to hope for to think you wouldn't ask.
[ With a fond grin, since - it's not like that doesn't go both ways where he'd be as curious as to where Sylvain was going with that particular thought before agreeing to anything. The shared curiosity is, of course, part of what he was also taking a chance on in piquing the other's interest.
Still - he pretends to consider it all because he can while lightly stroking Sylvain over his underwear, complete with a glance up at the ceiling in contemplation before looking back down to meet his gaze. ]
I was thinking there might be a blindfold in there at some point, too. But since you've already mentioned time, I was also thinking of taking far too long to make you come. [ And with one slow stroke to the other man's length, just to bring that point home, ] Longer than usual, before you get any ideas of pointing anything out. Call it a little game of what ifs or better yet: almosts.
[ Sylvain blinks up at him before giving a faint smirk and leaning up on his elbows so he can watch Claude better. ]
So what you're saying is, you want to be an even bigger tease than normal.
[ because making Sylvain wait, or drawing out their pleasure is a game Claude plays often, so the fact that he's starting with this makes Sylvain think he has something even more extreme to play with here.
But you've managed to pique his curiosity, Claude, so he'll play along. To a point.
Laying back down, he crosses his arms behind his head to pillow himself and smirks up at the other man, knowing exactly the picture he makes. ]
Alright. I'll bite. I'll play along with your little game, Claude. But this means I get to make the rules for our next game.
[ They both know he'll do more than that, but far be it from Claude to simply agree even when Sylvain's done much the same on just as many sparse details. At least the ones pertinent to Sylvain in the here and now will be apparent soon enough as he withdraws his hand once more. There'll be more than enough teasing to follow.
That includes not giving Sylvain the satisfaction of being studied as he reclines, tempting as that is to do, but it'll worth the delay as Claude leans over the edge of the bed. A few pats around with his hand and then he locates the box stored down there. From it, he first brings up a shorter length of fabric he doubles over to make sure it'll be thick enough to both not slip and obscure Sylvain's vision.
Nothing left then but to hold it up with a grin. ]
But I'll consider it after all of this. Sit up for a minute, will you?
[ He eyes that swath of fabric skeptically before pushing himself upright with a resigned sigh. ]
I'm about to have so many regrets, aren't I?
[ He doubts it, actually, but that doesn't mean he's not going to give Claude a hard time about it anyway.
Although it says a lot, that he's come to trust the man enough that he'd allow him to do this. He doesn't allow vulnerabilities with just anyone. Not even a great many of his lovers. ]
Nah, the whole goal is to make sure you end up with no regrets.
[ 'End' being the operative part of the phrase there, though Claude doesn't think he has to spell that part out when it's the whole point. Besides that, he's too busy watching Sylvain sit up anyway with a small smile as he shifts himself to straddle the other man's lap for the ease of everything.
It's not lost on him that no could've been a very valid answer before this, much as it still could be, and that even if Sylvain actually does have any reservations he's willing to entertain it all the same. With the blindfold in hand Claude reaches back to tie it in place then takes a second to adjust it to be comfortable - and to keep from sliding. Though this is the part where he should have Sylvain lie back, or take off his shirt before getting out the next set of fabric, instead Claude places his hand beneath Sylvain's chin to tilt it up for a kiss, or two, or five, before sliding it back for a loose grip in red hair and breaking it off with a nip to the other's bottom lip. ]
[ He just hums into that kiss as he holds still. Closes his eyes, because that makes the whole blindfold bit a little easier until Claude gets it sorted how he likes it. Which is effective, because even when he blinks them open again a moment later, everything is still pitch black.
He slides his hands to rest against Claude’s hips, dragging him a little closer since he’s now conveniently straddling his lap, and leans into that kiss a little more. There’s a smile in his voice as he responds with teasing. ]
[ The words are murmured against Sylvain's mouth with just as much teasing as a promise behind it at the familiar weight of familiar hands on his hips before diving into another kiss. It's tempting to stay like this and keep soaking up every bit of affection as he knows Sylvain would let him do - but this isn't the kind of patience he has in mind. With some reluctance Claude runs his hands along Sylvain's arms before linking their fingers together to pry his grip away and lean forward within the same motion to convince the other man to lie back.
One more sweep of their linked hands forward and Claude lets go to curl Sylvain's fingers around the slat in the headboard they brush up against, a placeholder to keep his hands there as he pins the other's wrists there with one hand. Something necessary since he's groping around the bedspread with the other for the remaining length of fabric what with also being far too busy still capturing Sylvain's lips in kiss after kiss. There's no distraction meant in it - that's what the entirely unsubtle rock of his hips against Sylvain's are for - as he ties the ribbon in a flourishing knot after it's looped around hands and the frame to secure him in place. But not without tucking the end of the ribbon into one of Sylvain's palms; one tug of that will undo the whole knot in a moment when it's called for and not before then.
After breaking the kiss Claude skims his teeth lightly against the other's neck to ghost them over skin he's catalogued from many a night (or morning, or afternoon) spent together to land at his collarbone instead. Only for another moment since he moves to Sylvain's chest to start leaving a meandering path of kisses and bites of varying intensity while working his way downward - and not without making sure to lathe his tongue over sensitive spots he's also learned as he goes. ]
[ It’s a distinctly vulnerable position to let yourself be in, blinded and at someone else’s mercy. There’s not a lot of people Sylvain would trust this with - isn’t sure, even now, that this is a good idea. Claude is wonderful at distracting - Sylvain’s moan into their kiss as those hips rock against his is proof enough its doing its job.
He lets himself be guided onto his back, his hands brought up as he grips the slats of the headboard. Feels the binding wind around his wrists before fastening him firmly in place. There’s a moment of tension in him then, a moment when the wriggling doubts and the darkness almost get the best of him.
But then he feels the end of the ribbon tucked into his palm. Claude giving him a way out. He gives a soft exhale as he relaxes again, curling his fingers tightly around it, though he doesn’t pull. Doesn’t release the snug hold of the ropes that keep him trapped. Lets himself surrender, for the time being, to Claude’s control.
Claude’s mouth is hot and teasing against his skin as he works his way down Sylvain’s throat and along his shoulders. Lower, as Sylvain’s head falls back, throat working around a low, husky moan as his skin pebbles. Claude manages to seek out every place he likes to be touched, tasted, his body shivering in reaction, skin flushed from the attention as his fingers tug at the ropes - not to free himself, but to feel how he is held, unable to reach back. ]
[ That bit of tension wasn't difficult to pick up on and even with the ribbon safely in Sylvain's hand, he makes a note that it wasn't quite enough. Understandably, considering he knows he'd be a mixture of curious and maybe something like slightly wary, and so Claude still looks up now and then for what he can see of Sylvain's face to check that there's not any distress being well-hidden. The same goes for when the other tugs on his bindings and he pauses just above a hipbone to glance upward again before continuing on, this time leaving a more sizable mark behind where it won't be seen save for when changing or if Sylvain's shirt rides up a bit too far later.
For now it's enough to slide his hands down to search out familiar skin and to hide a smile against Sylvain's hip at that noise when it's the first of many he means to cause, and Claude slips fingertips beneath the other man's waistbands to tug down the last remaining layers out of the way. With that he also sits up to admire first the trail of bites standing out flush where they were left, and also to reach for the bottle of oil one of them had grabbed when first ending up in bed.
Rather than taking the predictable (for him) teasing route of avoiding Sylvain's cock, Claude bends back down to bring it into his mouth in a practiced motion and wastes no time in tightening around him while taking him in. Some of the bottle's contents are also tipped out into one hand along his fingers as he wraps one hand around the base of the other's length. The oiled fingers are brought to pause just before slipping into him in a silent question, one he'd ask aloud if it weren't for his mouth being otherwise occupied. ]
[ He can admit to missing watching Claude working his way down his body, watching the look in his eyes, that focus he so often gets. It doesn’t matter how many times they’ve done this, it’s not something he thinks he’ll ever grow tired of. Watching bright green flick up the length of his body as fingers and lips explore at a leisurely pace.
The blindfold means he has no idea what the man is planning. He makes a quiet noise of protest when he’s deprived of touch entirely, but it’s a brief interruption at best. And his breath hisses out around a moan when Claude bends to suck him into wet heat with no warning - not what he would have predicted of the other man, who is far too fond of playing the tease.
His hips rock, wanting to press up into that delicious wet heat, even as he feels slicked fingertips quest down between his legs. He can’t see Claude, but he can feel the unasked question and he parts his legs a little wider to either side of the other man’s legs in answer and permission. ]
[ That moan gets the briefest curve of his lips around Sylvain's cock which might've been a smile or a smirk, and one that might've widened more at the lift of those hips with multiple meanings behind it. He'll have to settle for a pleased hum while coming back up along the other's length to run his tongue over the head to tease the slit. At the same time he slides a finger into Sylvain and after a few seconds to adjust as Claude tightens his mouth for another descent he slips in another finger. The crook of them on the slow withdrawal before thrusting them back in is a deliberate one, and the angle well memorized from so many times before and repeated in time with the attention to the other's cock.
But while the search for Sylvain's pleasure isn't hidden in any outright teasing, there's certainly what's hidden and yet to come: a careful eye kept on driving Sylvain close to the edge in a familiar way they've done before, but no further than that. The instant it seems close or perhaps simply close enough, he'll withdraw his fingers, or his mouth, or maybe both.
He's got some time to decide on which it'll be, after all - at least for this time since it's not the only interruption he has planned. ]
[ The curse is drawn out as those fingers slide into him, stretching him with an easy familiarity now. He presses down against them, caught between the heated thrusts of them and the bob of wet heat as Claude’s mouth works around his length.
Restless, impatient, he moves, chasing his pleasure wanting more. The blindfold robbing him of sight means his other senses are working overtime to make up for the lack. Which means everything feels just a little more intense as he lets Claude tease and play. ]
[ When Sylvain shifts he lets go of the other man's length to press a hand against one hip with a little bit of weight leaned into it. It's more a suggestion to stay still than anything considering there's not much he can do to keep Sylvain from moving. The restraints are doing their job in keeping him here as it is.
More importantly: the point is to drive Sylvain to the edge. Stopping here and before they get farther yet just won't do.
Which is why he picks up the pace with his fingers to move them more insistently, deeper, and faster; he hollows his cheeks a bit while moving down Sylvain's cock before an intentionally slow ascent at a mismatch, searching out more of those cries and moans he so enjoys getting when they feel like rewards for his efforts. ]
[ There’s a little resistance when Claude tries to still the movement of his hips, but Sylvain relents, even though his hips still jolt and jerk as he tries to hold still like Claude apparently wanted. It’s hard, though, with that clever tongue teasing along his length as he sinks into the other man’s mouth. As those fingers stretch him open, deep and fast and in a way that makes him ache to rock to meet them, to take more.
His teeth bite down on his lower lip, but it does nothing to muffle the moans and soft whimpers every time Claude finds an especially sensitive spot inside him, or along his cock. Especially since he's an expert on zeroing in on every single one of them.
It’s not long before he’s breathless, body shuddering as that pleasure builds. Not that he’s really holding any of it back. But it’s easier to lose himself in it with the world dark around him and his only tether the feel of Claude’s hands and mouth on his skin. ]
[ Those tiny movements as Sylvain tries to listen to silent instruction, the unvoiced plea in each, and those that are in the noises coming from him - if it wasn't for having a mostly solid grasp on his plans, it'd be far more tempting to ride this to the crest of that pleasure he can tell is increasing with each gasp of air signaling it drawing closer.
As he comes to the tip of Sylvain's cock this time, Claude runs his tongue slowly over the head once more and releases it after. No more of that for now as he presses his mouth to one of Sylvain's hips next, tempted to sink his teeth into skin there. But a better idea - to him - follows, and he trails slow kisses down along the top of a thigh before moving to the inside of it. It's there instead he applies his attentions as (semi-) innocent kisses turn into open mouthed ones with pressure to start on the constellations he means to leave behind.
It's hands off now as he withdraws his fingers from teasing Sylvain with the last few strokes having been decidedly not deep enough, then slower until they'd stopped entirely as he'd pulled back. Limits now, in fact, any touch to just his mouth alone moving along other sensitive patches he's learned on those inner thighs to leave one mark after another in his wake so long as the process of them being left is being enjoyed with his hands braced against the bed as he moves to the other thigh to leave scattered ones there, too. ]
[ The loss of that delicious mouth around his cock gets a whimper, hips jolting in an aborted effort to chase after it before he remembers to hold still. The feeling of that mouth is close and he wants it to come back and if that means playing Claude’s game, he’ll try. Even if impatience is written in every line of his body. His cock jerks against his stomach, leaking against the skin there with visible evidence of how close he’d been to that edge.
And then Claude’s fingers withdraw as well, earning a very needy whine as Sylvain’s body writhes and stretches - against the bindings, towards where he knows Claude is, when all he can feel now is the trail of his lips. ]
Fuck, fuck, are you trying to drive me slowly mad?
[ He's pleased but careful to not sound too pleased even if every noise Sylvain's made, every longing movement is what he's aimed for all along. Enough so that Claude abandons his trail along Sylvain's other thigh to both sit up and move forward enough to straddle the other's waist with knees locked in alongside those hips. It's not much of a restraint and is more meant to keep Sylvain there without offering any gratification to his cock as he maintains a careful distance.
Instead Claude puts his hands to work along that muscular chest beneath him to trace over it once more while bending down to hover over Sylvain's mouth for just a moment. ]
Remember it'll be worth it in the end like it always is.
[ Not the answer Sylvain wants to hear right now, he's sure, nor is it further attention requested by that neediness. An intentional choice just like withdrawing seconds ago since now Claude's intent is to slow things back down just a bit as he brings a hand up with a couple fingers beneath the other man's chin to tilt it up for an unhurried kiss meant to smolder. ]
Remind me why I indulge you again when you’re nothing but maddening?
[ A completely hollow threat, for all the heat it’s grumbled with. He squirms against the body now pinning him down by his torso, hips rocking up in a vain attempt to chase that contact he’s once more been denied. It doesn’t work - Claude has seated himself just out of range. Enough to pin him in place but nowhere close enough for Sylvain to get what he needs on his own.
Still, despite the grumbling, he doesn’t resist when he feels those fingers under his chin, tipping his head up, lips parted in anticipation, breath coming a little rougher now from both arousal and exertion. ]
[ A grin's vivid in his voice as Sylvain tilts his head up obediently and with need clearly behind it even if those attempts to move around hadn't said as much with no words necessary. Claude slides his hand away from the other's chin to once again curl his fingers lightly into red hair to keep him close during that kiss. And maybe in a call back to how tonight had started it's easy to keep those going in for what once isn't meant to test Sylvain's patience, but maybe Claude's own quiet way of expression a devotion unsaid and something besides these moments along. Something far greater.
It's that which has his hands tracing over Sylvain's chest, shoulders, and arms now in appreciation once again. This time as those touches shift more into a slow massage meant to get Sylvain to relax back from the edge (with any luck), a quiet sort of adoration now poured into each movement. ]
[ He’s really not. Pain is not at all his thing. But the games of dominance and control? Those never fail to snare him. No matter what side of the board he happens to end up on. And with Claude, that always seems to be changing. Even if the other man frequently ends up with the upper hand anyway.
Like now, when all he wants is those fingers back on his cock, or inside of him, stretching him open. The massage feels nice - Claude’s talented with his hands, always has been, and Sylvain could lose hours to the slide of those dextrous fingers. But he’s more than a little impatient right now, especially when the other man had taken him so close, only to leave him hanging.
Which, he’s coming to realize, had been the point. ]
[ He'll just offer a hum that's a response in only the barest definition of the word and one which suggests there might be some level of agreement in there. It won't be voiced aloud as completely that, however, considering that'd be too much of a distraction for Sylvain. Claude knows how their playful arguments go after all this time, and that it's entirely too easy for them to get wrapped into one at... well, also any time. Not exactly ideal for right now.
Especially not when finding new ways to move his hands across Sylvain's chest to see what responses he might elicit and what can be filed away for later, for another time where maybe more mercy will be involved. Possibly less drawing things out as he idly runs a fingertip around one of Sylvain's nipples without any real intent to the action, though what's far more so is leaning down for another kiss.
Or so he starts to and then pauses all motions at that whine. Time for a different idea indeed as he lets his hand trail down Sylvain's chest towards his stomach again like each movement is a slowly made promise. ]
Something I can help you with?
[ That's murmured none too innocently against the other man's mouth as Claude closes the distance after all, hand still on the descent as he captures those lips in yet another languid kiss. ]
I’m running out of new and creative ways to say ‘fuck me already’.
[ It comes out as a groan as he tries to arch up into those hands. His own hands twist and tug at the bindings holding them pinned above his head, the bed giving a quiet creak before he stills again.
There’s a flush to his skin and Claude would have certainly been pleased with each little twitch and sound he earned, because the loss of sight, the inability to see what Claude was doing - or what he would do next - certainly made every touch, every tease, all the more intense. ]
[ Those attempts to escape being held here - they'd be nice to watch if he wasn't a little otherwise occupied. Even more so when it's paired with what's absolutely a plea without the usual neediness behind it, though a case could be made that's been voiced several times in different ways already.
But there could probably be more, couldn't there? ]
You say that like I'm ever opposed to hearing any of the old ways.
[ With one detour to one of Sylvain's hips, Claude follows the ridge of it before finally dipping his hand lower. Fingers wrap lightly around the base of the other's cock in that wanted touch, lingering for a minute before beginning a slow stroke moving up his length that'll end in an equally slow and slightly firmer downstroke. And not without asking Sylvain to focus on something else, of course. ]
And I could fuck you, [ is murmured in to the other man's ear, ] or maybe I want to ride you instead.
As long as one of us is getting fucked, I don’t really care who…
[ It’s uttered around a groan as his hips try to press up into that warm grip. Claude’s breath on the curve of his ear drags a shiver down his spine and he moans again as his fingers grip around the bindings that hold him in place. Body taut and trying to press up against Claude, as much as he can reach in this position. ]
[ They're reaching a point where Claude's rapidly trying his own patience in tandem with Sylvain's. That last test against the restraints has him casting a gaze for where the bottle of oil's rolled away to since he'd forgotten to set it aside safely. In the meantime, though, that bit of pleading earns Sylvain a faster pace of the hand moving along his cock in far less of a tease. For now. ]
Why would I do that when it sounds like you're enjoying yourself?
[ He doesn't believe for a second that innocent tone will at all be believed. But it does buy him a few seconds to finally spot the oil while letting his hand continue to work over the other's length as he leans over to grab it. ]
[ It’s not believed. At all. He knows you too well by now. ]
Will you please figure out who is fucking who and give me more than your hand already?
[ There’s a playful snarl of impatience in his voice even as he rocks up into that touch. Chasing the friction even as he demands more. He can feel Claude moving above him, but without his sight or the use of his hands, he has no idea what he’s doing - other than driving Sylvain mad. ]
[ A scolding only equally playful in nature as he withdraws his hand considering Sylvain has good reason to be distracted, this time not to tease (for a change) but to busy himself with the oil. The first to go are the pants he'd neglected to rid himself of earlier long before they reached the point of being uncomfortable and there's no hiding the small sigh of relief that comes with that.
No time to enjoy it when there's other things to enjoy that it'll lead to, and Claude tips out some of the oil into both hands. The first goes towards fingers wrapped once more around Sylvain's cock as he holds them there momentarily, and the remaining to his other hand as he slides a couple fingers into himself. And since Sylvain can't see, tempting as it was to unblindfold him to make him watch, a noise of pleasure leaves him which just might clue him in as Claude moves his other hand along the other man's length in time. ]
You're lucky your hands have spoiled me for this or you might be looking at an even longer delay yet.
[ Fuck, that moan tells him everything he needs to know about what Claude has decided and he curses the blindfold keeping the sight of it from him. He tugs impatiently again on the bindings with a frustrated sound. ]
You know, you could let me go and I could spoil you more. Just saying.
[ But this is the game and he's more than happy to play it up, see it all the way through, even as his cock pulses in that grip, reacting to the obvious sound of Claude's pleasure. Wanting to hear it. Wanting to share it. Wanting to cause it. ]
[ It's difficult to make that sound anywhere near as nonchalant as he wants it to be when aside from his own hurry matches the display of it Sylvain's putting on with want and need in each of those movements cut short by the restraints. The jerk of his cock tells of the ache of it all even more. For a few moments as he continues to work the slide of his fingers in time with his hand up and down Sylvain's length - certainly telling a store of just as much desire beyond than when there's more moans to go with it - Claude flirts with the idea of edging him one last time. For good measure. Just because.
But it'll have to wait for another time, possibly, because impatience wins out with something else in mind. With a swing of one leg over Sylvain's hips, he pauses to balance for a split second before taking Sylvain inside him in three very deliberate rolls of his hips. His own attentions to himself weren't quite enough as he'd guessed but it'll be enough to pause for a moment, to catch his breath and to adjust as he leans down to brush lips against Sylvain's jaw on the way to his ear for an important question. ]
[ It takes him a moment to answer, because Claude sinking down on his cock like that had driven all thoughts straight out of his head. He gives a breathless, wanton groan, hips bucking up in a shallow motion, just to feel the man above him tighten around him in response. Claude hadn't stretched himself nearly enough - yes, Sylvain could tell, knew what it felt like both when he did and didn't - and the man was excruciatingly tight around the length and width of his cock, making it hard to focus on anything but the feel of him.
His head turns slightly, lips chasing the feel of the man's mouth against his jaw, moving back towards his ear. He wants to taste him, feel him, make him come fucking unraveled, the same way he was driving Sylvain mad. ]
You decide. [ he finally gasps out, because this is Claude's game, and he knows the other man will be able to decide better than him at the moment. That requires too much thinking and his brain is currently incapable of that. Besides. Both options are good, so it's a win/win. ]
[ Sylvain gets the reaction he wants with that lift when the motion of driving himself deeper gets a gasp out of Claude. Now it's his turn to need a moment to regain his thoughts, and - right, the blindfold. That decision can wait a moment now that it's his to make since when Sylvain's mouth goes searching along with those ragged words, it's far more important to turn and catch his lips in a kiss. A brief one despite how easy it'd be to get caught up in it even as he offers a slow rock of his own hips as more a promise than a tease. ]
I think I like you using your imagination for this, [ is what he says after, a murmur against those lips at first before Claude starts to sit up, ] and you've made me come enough times by now to know what it looks like.
[ To say the least. The blindfold will stay for now since his focus changes to tucking his legs beneath the other man's thighs to sink back even further on his cock to add to the slow stretch around him. The next roll of his hips starts the pace he intends to keep to bring Sylvain pleasure with no (intentional) delays as he tightens around him every so often from need and want.
And since Sylvain can't watch, has to rely on memories alone to fill in what's happening - just like before, Claude's careful to fill in with moans and the other's name and increasingly so as he finds teh right angle for both with hands propped against Sylvain's chest. ]
[ he curses breathlessly as Claude starts to move, changing the angle, making him ache to bury himself deep. He tries to rock up, but the way the man above him is perched now keeps him mostly pinned in place, right where he wants him. Letting Claude control every aspect of this. ]
If you think I will ever grow tired of that sight, you haven't been paying attention very well.
[ Sylvain could never tear his eyes away from the other man. Especially when lost in pleasure. ]
All the better for you to - [ with a small break for a moan as he shifts and finds a better angle yet - ] use your imagination.
[ Is it his wittiest comeback ever? Absolutely not, but Claude thinks even Sylvain wouldn't blame him for being far too distracted. Especially not when those lifts of the other's hips feel like small pleas to match the swearing when he knows it's not quite enough for Sylvain just yet.
Something he intends to deliver on, surely, with a small change of pace to something slower not to tease but to pay some deliberate attention to Sylvain while running his nails lightly over that broad chest beneath his palms. ]
Unless you have something else in mind, and then all you have to do is ask.
[ Something Claude means without anything else attached as he tightens around the other man's cock for good measure with the next indulgent roll of his hips before taking Sylvain deeper again. His lover's been so very patient, and he did mean it about this being something to be enjoyed at the end of it all. ]
Fuck, just ride me, Claude. Let me feel you. You feel so good.
[ His voice is strained and breathless, gasps of air and ragged breaths interrupting his attempt to answer. Emphasized with each roll of Claude's hips, taking him deep, over and over again. The feel of the man's hands on his skin. Every sensation is emphasized by the lack of sight, the lack of being able to tell what will come next. It makes it intense in a way he hadn't anticipated.
He shivers, biting down on his lower lip to stave off falling too deeply into it too swiftly. He's not ready for this to end yet. And he wants Claude to unravel with him. ]
[ Each of those noises only encourage Claude on, intent as he is on making sure Sylvain enjoys this. Which he is as he watches the other man's lower lip disappear between his teeth and that tremor runs through him, and that is far more pleasurable than anything else.
If Sylvain's determined to stay in this moment as long as he can, Claude's every bit as determined to bring him to climax first. The best sort of race since all those noises he answers with his own and then some to offset the blindfold means each brush against sensitive nerves ends up feeling a bit like a lightning strike of pure pleasure as he brings one hand to his aching cock to stroke it in time. There's a part of him which wishes for Sylvain's hands on him or his hips to hold him in place, but he doesn't reach for the end of the restraints.
It's need which has him finally surrendering to no longer pinning Sylvain's hips into place as they'd been. Claude doesn't pause in the pace he's set after resettling his legs next to Sylvain but he does lean forward with one hand now braced against the mattress to encourage Sylvain to take more even as he keeps riding him.
And in case that wasn't enough, because he knows what he's doing with this as his own voice now is strained with want for the other man to help fuck what little sense remains out of them both - ]
You've been so good, Sylvain, you're incredible. Come with me.
[ The shift is subtle, but everything feels more intense like this. Each of Claude's touches, the noises of pleasure he makes. The shift of his weight atop him, which suddenly gives Sylvain just enough freedom to take advantage of the situation.
Which he does, hips rocking up to press deep within the other man riding him, breathless groan torn from his lips at the feeling of Claude clenching tight around him. The sound of the strain in Claude's voice is enough to get another moan from him and his hands twitch and tug in restless impatience, wanting to reach for him, to touch him, but he relishes what he can get for the moment.
Even if the other man is driving him slowly mad. As he so often does.
he curses, the sound breathless and strained as he slams up into the tight body above his, going by feel alone, so it's not the most graceful, but it's certainly not lacking in eagerness. His hips pick up the pace, fueled by the need that burns under his skin. Claude had already pushed him a good part of the way and it's easy to push the rest, chasing his pleasure as he fucks up into the man above him. Takes them both farther, even if Claude still has the lion's share of the control here. It's fine, Sylvain knows how to work with what he has.
And it's not long before the last shreds of his own control are unravelling, his breathing coming more frantic and harsh, the moans spilling more freely now, not bothering at all to try and stay quiet. The tension builds, Claude's name slipping from his lips like a plea, like a prayer. And then his cock is pulsing hotly within the tight clench of the other man's body, pulsing and spilling hotly as his body arches with the force of it, coming hard enough that it feels like everything seizes up, only to leave him slumping back to the bed in the aftermath, sweaty and breathless, muscles twitching and trembling in the aftershocks of orgasm. ]
[ As predicted - hoped, Sylvain takes advantage of that added freedom to move with an intensity which drags a particularly pleased moan from him and has his fingers winding into the bedding beneath them. That alone would be enough to drag him over the edge if not for determination here. There's one more shift to be made yet, even if it's not to reach for the other's hands much as that same desire has been strong this whole time.
This time it's to account for the pace Sylvain sets to rock back into each thrust to offer him that much more of what he's seeking in each one. The noises growing ever louder is a reward as they sink into something well repeated and enjoyed as he goes by sight and feeling alone to lavish attention onto the other for what's being paid to him now with each lift of those hips until he watches Sylvain arch beneath him.
As Sylvain unravels, Claude stays in motion to ride it out with him to amplify every last moment of pleasure even as he collapses back to the bed spent. Mere seconds later it's that sight which undoes him as always and more so now when this is what he wanted with his name on the other's lips just as much as the reverse is true as he spills across Sylvain's stomach.
There are no clever words this time as he tries to catch his breath in the aftermath, leaning down to press his forehead to the other man's for a moment before pressing a kiss to his cheek right below the blindfold. Which will go in just another minute as soon as sense returns to him a bit more or (or perhaps and) he remembers how to move beyond dragging more kisses across Sylvain's face that will have to do for the praise he might otherwise say. ]
[ He makes a soft, breathless sound when he feels Claude lean over him, their foreheads pressed together. Still blind, he fumbles to turn towards him, nuzzling in against his cheek as he pants for air, heartbeat still pounding in his ears and body awash and humming with sated pleasure.
He should probably say something witty right about now, but Claude has literally fucked every last thought out of his head and for once, his brain is actually... blissfully quiet and empty.
[ Moving still feels like too much right now - when it comes to moving off Sylvain even if it'd be just to lie down next to him on the bed. The quiet they're sharing in the aftermath of both expressing themselves rather loudly (and rather nicely, in his opinion) is companionable, something meaningful to where he couldn't even choose the right words if asked.
Instead Claude tears his hands away from Sylvain's chest where they'd been roaming yet again like all the other touches weren't enough. They never are, but now he lifts them to run a fingertip along the bottom edge of the blindfold before lifting it to peek beneath and putting on faux surprise like he didn't expect to see Sylvain despite being perched upon him. ]
You still with me in there?
[ It's teasing as he leans down again to capture Sylvain's mouth in a proper kiss if not one made slightly sloppy thanks to a rush of affection and both of them still panting slightly as he pushes the blindfold off over the other man's hair to let it fall on the pillow beneath him. That kiss turns into another as Claude slides his hands up strong arms to go for the knots there next. ]
[ He has to blink and squint a little when Claude finally tugs the blindfold off, his eyes needing to adjust to something other than blackness all over again. But his gaze is quick to find Claude’s face - faux surprise and all - as he gives a quiet chuckle and picks his head up enough to lean into that kiss. Humming softly against Claude’s lips. ]
Ask me again in ten minutes. Maybe I’ll be able to think coherently again by then.
[ An equally feigned complaint to go with the supposed surprise and murmured against Sylvain's mouth when he's loathe to pull away. Undoing the restraints means needing a little bit of focus, though, so he pushes himself up enough on his elbows to undo those knots that'd faithfully held Sylvain right where he wanted him.
With the fabric loosed Claude brings the other's hands back with him with fingers laced loosely to rest Sylvain's hands on the man's chest. All the better for admiring the what's left behind from being tied up around those wrists, though Claude brings one of Sylvain's hands forward to kiss along the marks. ]
Maybe I'll use the ten minutes instead to coax you into getting in a bath with me.
[ He gives a playful groan at that, even if the smile playing about his lips doesn't falter for even a moment as he watches Claude with dark, fond eyes. ]
I'm vetoing anything that requires moving. I'll need at least twenty minutes for that.
[ But he laces their fingers together, and then brings the fingers of Claude's other hands to his lips so he can trail kisses against each one of his knuckles. ]
You're getting closer to a time that'll satisfy my ego.
[ If there's meant to be a complaint in there, it certainly gets overridden by amusement that's too hard to contain. It seems from fondness from those hands weaving through his and the lips brushing against his hands when there's affection overflowing. As there always is, he's learned long ago, in the aftermath of everything as always.
Still, he hums thoughtfully while Sylvain moves between his knuckles. ]
Though I can think of a few things that'd get you to move before then.
[ Said with all the faux thoughtfulness Sylvain will recognize as meaning there is A Plan about to happen. To be fair, he totally had warned the other man as much. Surely he can't be blamed for choosing to do so now. Claude's blaming it on the teeth being applied to him as encouragement when by now they've covered how much he enjoys them as much as everything else - never mind that he certainly needs no reason for this.
Which is why he immediately tightens around Sylvain and offers a roll of his hips when it's also all too convenient he hadn't climbed over to lie down on the bed just yet, even as the motion gets a small gasp out of him thanks to being overly sensitive. Still worth it for yet another round in their endless game of teasing each other. ]
[ The movements gets a sharp inhale of breath as he shudders, cock still overly sensitive where he's still buried deep in Claude's ass. His body spasms, muscles clenching, and his fingers bite into the soft flesh of Claude's hips as he rocks his hips up to meet that roll of movement with an answering one. ]
Fuck. [ A pause, and then a smirking, ] I don't think that counts as moving when I'm still in the same spot.
[ Those fingers digging into his hips are the exact grip he missed and as Sylvain's hips lift he rocks back on them again with a noise that gets caught in the back of his throat. Still a reward as it sends a shiver down his back as that tremor goes through the man beneath him, and absently Claude flexes his fingers against Sylvain's chest where his hands rest. ]
So I should keep going? Noted.
[ Of course he's going to take that as encouragement as they so often do in teasing each other, and of course he's going to do just what he says. It's a languid pace he sets with each roll of his hips to play on both of their oversensitivity. What's a little more teasing after so much of it tonight? ]
[ And since his hands are free this time around, he'll reach up to thread his fingers through Claude's dark hair, tightening into a light grip as he drags him down for a kiss, even as he rocks up again to meet that roll of the other man's hips. ]
I think it works out pretty well for you most of the time.
[ Gets fired back with a grin before both the words and his mouth are swallowed into a languidly returned kiss as he surrenders to those familiar hands in his hair bringing him forward and as one of his hands slides off Sylvain's chest to the bed beneath them to brace himself on the descent. At that matching rock of the other man's hips another grasp gets muffled between their lips and this time Claude intentionally lightly digs his fingernails into Sylvain's chest in approval before breaking the kiss and parting just enough to be able to speak again. Of course. ]
Unless you're saying I should tie you up again because that could always be arranged.
[ There's laughter in his voice as he nips sharply at Claude's lips. In chiding, in teasing, maybe a little of both. He shifts his angle slightly on the next thrust upwards, wanting to stroke along the man's prostate, because he's talking too much for a proper distraction right now. ]
Should have guessed that. Since you're such a control freak. [ Affectionately, of course.
[ This time there's nothing unintentional about the press of his nails into the other's chest paired with a sharp inhale when that lazy thrust to match the teasing they're trading back and forth lands true. With it comes sparks that alight along nerves as he tightens around Sylvain's cock still buried in him more than before. ]
Are we starting what you promised for some next time already? Talk about control.
[ Of course, he could always just move. Maybe go get something with which to clean them up since the bath might be awhile off still even as they tease each other about not moving. That added stimulation hasn't worth off yet as he rocks back to meet Sylvain's hips again with a noise in the back of his throat. ]
If you keep this up for too much longer you might just have to fuck me for real.
[ Said like Sylvain's the one who started this, naturally. ]
[ A slow, lazy smirk stretches across his lips before he moves abruptly, rolling them over until Claude is on his back beneath him and Sylvain - control freak that he really is - can lean over him with a mischievous grin. ]
I think I can handle that.
[ And he leans down to kiss him, hopefully interrupting whatever retort that gesture might have gained him. If he rolls his hips to rock deep once more, well. That can only help his distraction techniques now, right? ]
[ The expression on his face matches Sylvain's as he's rolled onto his back from the start of that look which says something is happening to the finish of the grin. All looks he's become very familiar with on the other man's face, too; the same goes for wherever they might lead now or at any other time. If Claude took a second to think, to comb through what's registering on his face - he might've noticed there was far more fondness threatening to override the rest.
It's that feeling slipping through unnoticed which convinces him to let Sylvain quiet whatever (of the many) comment(s) ready to be made about handling anything with that kiss, though what doesn't get muffled is the noise driven out of him by that thrust that's less teasing than a promise he wants fulfilled. All the more reason to curl his fingers tighter into the red hair at the nape of Sylvain's neck where they've found their usual claim, and to wrap a leg tighter around those hips in a wordless again to keep him close while encouraging him on. ]
AU Event: when the god of love sends you an invitation…
No, for real, it had been an honest-to-goddess actual engraved invitation.
Sylvain had burst out laughing when it had dropped on his lap out of thin air, because leave it to his lover to get creative about setting this up.
He also knew better than to show up late. Even if the event in question was being hosted in his own lodge, tucked away on a snowy day. Knocking on the doorframe, he poked his head into the rooms he’d given Jesper for when he stayed here, amusement evident on his face as he steps inside and waves the paper in his general direction.
“What’s the occasion?”
Not that Jesper needed one. But he’s known his lover long enough now to tell when he’s Up To Something.
The room is properly decorated because this is Jesper Fahey and no amount of time has truly changed the mischievous man Sylvain originally fell for. The lighting is all candle and sensual, there is fruit and foods they can snack on later, along with water and wine (Claude and Sylvain's favorites, of course, he never forgets). The bed is large and inviting and in classic Jesper fashion, there is a tray next to the bed with supplies for them. Appealing oils, a special lubricant he made some time ago, towels to wipe off with, and ties for if they want to get a little extra naughty. He knows how to set up a threesome and this one has been planned.
He is dressed in a loose button-up shirt and comfortable pants, both perfectly designed to be ripped, torn, or undone right off his body. Jesper thinks that way, he likes to be ready. He smiles at Sylvain as he is the first to arrive and immediately hands him a glass of his favorite wine. His presence around everyone now is powerful, he radiates warmth and sensual energy, but especially when he is about to be at his most seductive.
"Remember that fantasy of mine I've had for centuries? Wait, I should be more specific." Sylvain is privy to all his fantasies and he has many! He grabs the front of Sylvain's shirt and leads him inside, smiling.
"I think I have waited more than long enough to trap both you and Claude in my clutches."
Claude, meanwhile, took one look at the snow - the endless snow which still hasn't let up after a century and then some - and immediately took the shortcut to getting to the location mentioned on the invitation. Because of course he did.
Which means that rather than making any sort of trudge up the mountain and delaying any sort of reward all of that fancy engraving promises, he uses those godly powers and simply appears in the middle of the lodge where it's warm, dry, and without even a single chilly breeze unless Sylvain gets any ideas, but he's ready to summon up more layers or borrow a blanket (or twelve) if that happens. That might be the exact opposite of what's in mind as he turns a corner just in time to see Jesper pull Sylvain through a doorway by that shirt he sorely hopes is about to disappear in the next few minutes.
"Are we really trapped if you so kindly invited us to attend?" A question asked purely to be difficult and likely to no one's surprise though even if Claude meant it as a rhetorical one more than anything else, whether he was expecting any sort of answer becomes quickly overridden by his continued talking after a scan of the room to take in everything. "Clutches indeed. Perhaps we should be worrying if you'll ever let us leave with all the thought put into this."
And with a teasing smirk back to both Jesper and Sylvain, "Or whether we're getting snowed in since it looks like we're prepared for it."
Sylvain is already grinning as Jesper tugs him inside his room by his grip in his shirt, amusement dancing in golden eyes. “Specifics would be helpful, yes. You have so many fantasies, I’ve long since lost count.”
He’s not surprised when he feels Claude’s sudden presence arrive at his back, nor when his voice rings out a moment later. Chuckling, he shakes his head, even as he takes in the room and the supplies carefully set out as well. Jesper had gone to a lot of trouble, it seems.
“Oh, you know how the snow is up here. We might be snowed in until spring at this rate.” As if they couldn’t just appear wherever they wanted, or leave the same way. But it has started snowing just a bit heavier outside, all the same. It will, at the very least, discourage most guests from dropping by unannounced.
With Jesper’s fingers still curled in his shirt, he steps into his lover’s personal space to steal a brief kiss before shooting a smirk over his shoulder in Claude’s direction. “Although I think someone doesn’t look clutched enough yet.”
"More like I set the bait and have successfully reeled you in, to devour. I don't have any intentions of coming up for air any time soon." They have less needs than they used to, so if they want to linger in bed for as long as they see fit, they can. His needs for these two men will never end though. For their bodies, their kisses, their minds, their hearts. He has been patiently waiting for the two of them to get their shit together as a couple, and added a little extra time to make certain their reconciliation was secure before making this step. Jesper is more cleverly planned than he is off-the-cuff much of the time.
Since he's already grabbed Sylvain and successfully tugged him into the room, gaining a kiss for his success, he does the same after a playful whack on Sylvain's impressive ass. "Please settle in. Take off your shirt at your convenience, so we can both stare at you." Claude and Jesper are handsome individuals with strong builds, but no one else is Sylvain. It doesn't matter how many times they've seen it or look at him nearly busting out of his shirts.
This does give Jesper the chance though to grab Claude the same way, tugging him into the room, but immediately into a deep kiss. He often feels like he must make up for those hundreds of years he couldn't do this, like every one of them is special because he worked so hard for it. Claude is difficult to win, so for those who managed, it is an eternal source of pride.
"I'm taking it as a personal offense that your shirt isn't already off considering this is your place." To Sylvain, since of course he's seconding Jesper's motion that the shirt in question should immediately be gone. As of thirty seconds ago, preferably, but if none of them can rewind time to make that happen, well. Now will also do.
Claude means to pause a little more openly than he currently is for entertainment's sake - and because he's also entirely on board with Jesper's plan to stare - but movement from the corner of his eye draws his attention right before he's pulled forward. There's just enough time to tilt his chin up to meet that kiss with a pleased noise let out into it. He might've made Jesper (and Sylvain, for even longer) work harder for it once (or frequently) but a few years have done much to quiet that urge as he reaches up to drag a couple of fingertips along the other man's jaw. Not quite a tease and also not quite a promise as the fingers of his other hand wind into Jesper's shirt for good measure.
But no farther, since they know how he feels about suspense. Even as Claude breaks the kiss he moves his hand to cup Jesper's jaw to keep him right there while shooting a sidelong smirk in Sylvain's direction. "Though we could just make Sylvain stare at us for a while instead if that happens to be anywhere in your engraved plans for the night."
Sylvain gives a long-suffering groan as he flops back onto Jesper's bed with a dramatic flourish. Although his eyes are definitely locked on his pair of lovers across the room, a smirk playing about the corner of his lips. "The god of love and the god of fucking teases. You're going to be the death of me, both of you. Not that I'm complaining about the show. But I am gonna feel left out of you two stay all the way over there all night."
Although then his smirk starts growing as he tugs his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side with little care for the time being. His hands fall to start unfastening his pants, as well, letting his fingers trail over the length already showing interest beneath his clothes. "Or maybe I'll just take matters into my own hands."
Jesper bites Claude's bottom lip playfully, probably planning on indulging in giving Sylvain a show, until Sylvain's the one that gives them a show. He pulls off his own shirt and drags the same off Claude, believing none of them need shirts or anything else at the moment. He kisses Claude one more time before being siren-called away by Sylvain's tempting hands on himself. Jesper goes right to the bed to crawl onto it and help tug Sylvain's pants off his body. He can keep touching himself, he's just eager to have all that perfect skin on display.
Being with the god of love brings an extra spice to any bedroom because he radiates desire and need. It inflames people naturally, making arousal so easy, vibrating in the room around them. It's still all theirs but it ups the pleasure it brings.
Jesper kisses Sylvain's calves, his knees, his muscular thighs, and he reaches out to place his hand on top of Sylvain's on his length, holding his grip there. "Feed yourself to me, sweetheart." He sees no reason to take his time when they've all consented and maybe Claude will enjoy watching to start this out. Jesper opens his mouth to take just the tip inside, staying there so Sylvain can thrust up and take what he wants.
They certainly all have something to smirk about between the shirt removal(s), the kiss, and Sylvain's teasing being successful on them both when that recline lures them both in as he watches Jesper between Sylvain's legs after. Standing where he is offers an alluring view, certainly, but despite being willing to leave Sylvain to watching without much else Claude's certainly not going to apply that logic to himself. Though - there's one person left who he could as he approaches the bed where Sylvain's drawn them both in.
"Hands off yourself for this," is what's said into Jesper's ear in a low voice but one still loud enough for both men to hear as Claude leans over the man in question's shoulder and then flicks his gaze up to catch Sylvain's momentarily if he can, "and I'll take care of you after." Whether there's an if in there for what might result and whether Jesper opts for that challenge is remains to be seen, much as the second part is certainly meant, but with it offered he stands back up.
Not to move any farther away with the view beckoning; instead Claude seats himself behind Sylvain and lifts his shoulders to rest the other man's back against his chest so they can share that beautiful view. All the better, too, for also murmuring into Sylvain's ear. "You heard him. Don't hold back."
He doesn’t resist at all when Jesper tugs his pants away, leaving him naked and reclined atop the bed. His eyes are dark and hungry as he watches his lover kiss his way up his thigh, more than happy to reach out and tangle fingers in Jesper’s curls when his lips brush against the tip of his cock.
And then Claude is there behind him, pressing in against his back and he lets himself recline back against his lithe strength, more than happy to be caught between them. Especially with those words murmured sensually against his ear.
His fingers tighten in Jesper’s hair as he tugs him a little closer, guiding him right to where he wants him. “Oh, with pleasure. Open for me, love.”
Letting Claude prop him up - and maybe he’ll squirm back a little more firmly against him, just because he can - he lets his hips rock up, pushing deeper into Jesper’s mouth. Groaning low and pleased at the wet heat, the slide of a tongue along his length as he fills him.
Jesper has one hand on Sylvain to aim him toward his mouth, but he playfully lifts his other hand and wiggles fingers at Claude to show that he's not touching himself. He plays by the rules, more than happy to wait if it means Claude's attention later. He prefers putting all his effort into the man he's pleasing anyway. He glances up so he can see the two of them together, Claude's beautiful face leaning low toward Sylvain to whisper to him, Sylvain naked between the two of them.
He moans around Sylvain when he thrusts into him, wanting nothing more than to feel that heavy length on his tongue and probing into his throat. Jesper has no gag reflex so the deeper the better, he enjoys the pressure and intensity of being full. His free hand moves underneath to cup his balls and caress them sensually, bobbing slowly on top of Sylvain along with his thrusts, thirsty for it.
His hand moves from around Sylvain because he's inside his mouth now and he doesn't have to worry about him popping out, not with how hungrily he's sucking him down, and reaches out to find Claude's hand. This is to pull it down and encourage him to be the one stroking Sylvain as he takes his pleasure, the two of them teaming up on him for this first round of the night.
That neither of them need any encouragement for the sight unfolding before him as Jesper takes Sylvain in and the rolls of the man in question's hips makes this all the more enjoyable. It'd be enough to watch alone, he thinks as he allows himself a brief rock of his own hips into Sylvain in what's hardly enough. But he can wait, and with waiting comes plans. He'd been idling a bit of time away by running his hands down Sylvain's chest with no real destination or tactic in mind - and building his own impatience in regards to touching the other god more - so by the time Jesper reaches for his hand, it's to complete a thought that'd started to form in his own mind.
Which is to say: though he wraps his fingers around Sylvain's length to heed that silent instruction, the pace Claude sets is an unhurried one in a bit of a mismatch. Rather than give Sylvain a chance to complain (or too many) he leans down again to speak into his ear.
"I bet you've thought of this for some time, haven't you?" A particularly slow stroke is paired with that to make sure he has Sylvain's attention - as if it could be anywhere else except for on the bed. As for whether he's addressing Sylvain, or Jesper, or them both? Claude doesn't bother to make those words more specific when they do equally apply, and since Jesper's mouth is rather occupied at the moment Claude's careful to keep his gaze on him to make sure there's no lines crossed too far even for what they've all learned about each other individually and in pairs, and now together. "And I bet you have ideas for where exactly this could go next."
Ideas he might be rather blatantly fishing for here for when it comes to the attention he's promised Jesper next, or perhaps what else will follow after.
The feeling of that moan vibrating along his length has Sylvain's body arching in pleasure, head falling back against Claude's shoulder as he gives a low cry. Jesper had always been incredibly skilled at this, and his centuries of memorizing every inch of Sylvain's body had only made him better at it. His throat is tight as it works around him, the lack of gag reflex meaning the god can take him deeper than most and he does his best not to choke him too roughly with his cock, fingers fisting in the sheets to either side of him now.
And then Claude's fingers are wrapping around the base of his cock, joining in the torment, even as he feels the press of the his cock against his ass. Proof of his desire - something that still makes Sylvain breathless every time, even now that they've come back together again for so many years. It's not something he will ever take for granted.
He rocks again, caught now between the press of that cock and the wet heat of Jesper's mouth, the stroke of Claude's hand. It's dizzying as they assault his senses with building waves of pleasure and his lips part in a ragged pant for air as Claude's lips tease against the curve of his ear. Murmurs those words in that tone of voice that would make him instantly hard anyway, even if he weren't already there.
And Claude has no idea how true those words are. Centuries now. And he has no lack of ideas.
"Fuck. It should definitely go everywhere possible. I'm feeling greedy."
He can tell by watching Sylvain that Claude is rubbing against him, guessing at it with the way they're situated, meaning they're all properly hard now as they should be. They have all had sex with each other so they know what they like, but now will be learning what they want as a group. Claude follows his silent instruction to touch Sylvain, although not in time with the movement of his mouth around him. He laughs into Sylvain's sensitive skin when Claude speaks and pops off of him for the first time. It doesn't stop him from teasing him though, licking the head, pressing kisses to the flesh.
"He wanted you to be specific, darling. We've all had the fantasies." He assumes so, or they wouldn't be here at his request. He could be selfish and ask for the main amount of attention, but that isn't truly what he wants. His tongue curls underneath Sylvain's tip. "Turn around. Suck his cock while I eat you out." Jesper always knows what he desires. They have time to play with a lot of options so he's in no particular hurry.
Jesper reluctantly pulls away from Sylvain but he has to in order for them to reposition. It also means he takes the opportunity to get out of his own pants, thinking there is no reason for any clothes to be involved in this anymore. Jesper smirks at Sylvain as he waits to see his prize. "Let me see that pretty ass of yours, Sylvain."
He can't quite bite back the small whimper of protest when Jesper pulls off his cock, body stretching towards him as if to chase the loss of that wet heat. But that tongue still teases him and his breath hitches as the words wash over him a moment later.
Sylvain is no stranger to taking control in the bedroom, had been doing it since... well, longer than his memory holds, actually. But in recent years, he'd been relinquishing that more and more. It's easier, with those he trusts. He's much more comfortable not defaulting to a leadership role, following along instead. Partially because his assertive nature had taken a brutal blow for a century or so, but also because it felt so much better to finally release that tightly-gripped control and let his brain just fall quiet for a little while.
So he was more than happy to acquiesce to what Jesper told him to do, rolling over onto his hands and knees when the man moves back to give him room to rearrange their positions. His eyes are already dark with hunger as he latches onto the sight of Claude sprawled on the bed behind him, shirtless, evidence of his own arousal beneath his clothes. Of which he's still wearing way too many.
Fingers fumble with the fastenings, tugging the fabric down and out of his way. "Off," he complains playfully, impatient, but once they're gone, tossed aside without a care, he's quick to crawl back up between Claude's legs once more. Kissing his way up the inside of his thighs. Hands sliding over warm skin he's mapped a thousand times - with fingertips, with lips, with tongue.
And when he gets to his cock, he slides his tongue over the sensitive skin, taking his time. Worshipping in his own way, because there's something reverent in it. That quiet sense of marveling that this is still his to do once more. The urge to pinch himself to remind himself it's really real. He moans softly against the length of him, wanton, swirling his tongue about the tip, even as he spreads his legs a little wider, giving Jesper what he wanted, too. Definitely a blatant invitation.
Laughter right now would ruin a little bit of what he's going for, even if the three of them are no stranger to it now or in any less intimate moments. But when Sylvain's (rightful) distraction gets the better of him in opting to request all of it without even specifying what all is, there's a second where Claude has to press his lips together to prevent it from slipping out anyway.
Fortunately, he and Jesper are on the same wavelength when it comes to where that was supposed to lead compared to where it did. That far more blunt suggestion is really what he was hoping for, and he lets his hand fall away from Sylvain's cock to end that round of teasing in favor of watching him settle between his legs after lifting his hips to assist with his pants being removed. It's Claude's turn then to forget where his thoughts were going thanks to the attention being lavished on him. A breathy exhale that ends in a moan leaves him as he exercises a tiny bit of a patience in not lifting his hips again to seek out even more as in lieu of that he reaches down to wind fingers into familiar red hair instead of the bedspread where his grip had been before.
"Since you're both busy," or about to be, with an appreciative eye cast towards Jesper where that sight alone would've been more than enough to get him completely hard as Sylvain's mouth around him has, "then I'll answer for you since you didn't answer me since I have plenty of ideas. I want to fuck Jesper while he fucks you, but only after he takes his time with you first."
Those words aren't completely smooth as they might've been otherwise, what with his breath catching in his throat every few and the same for stuttered movements of his hips to sink further into his attentions. But - even Claude has his limits in restraint, with only more chances for them to erode from here.
Jesper is fond of laughing in the bedroom and would've just laughed along with Claude. That's why he always falls for his closest friends, or makes close friends of his lovers, because he likes the familiarity. He's not really the one night stand type, despite how his demeanor is, he prefers things that last. He smiles at Sylvain's eagerness and shares it, pleased to take a moment to look over his shoulder and watch how quickly he pulls off Claude's pants. It's worth enjoying the view of Claude immediately being taken into soft lips, licking his own as if picturing that taste.
He has a goal of his own though and he gets to turn his attention to Sylvain's insanely impressive thighs and ass. The man is huge and curved in all the right ways. Jesper loves it. He playfully nips at one of Sylvain's cheeks as he puts a hand out and calls a lubricant to him. Jesper makes his own, one that's become popular by others, because it has a warming spell on it to make it feel particularly good when pressed inside, and gives a sort of tingly feel to it too. Plus it's tasty (fruity or minty flavors, mint today), for people who need to lick around it, like Jesper's about to do.
"You're lucky I enjoy taking my time with him, or I would already be presenting myself to you to take, sweetheart." Claude is using the tone, it is very sensual! It's not his fault he likes the way he talks when he's turned on. That being said, he's made a promise and Sylvain is doing what he ordered.
Jesper starts out with a teasing curl of his tongue to Sylvain's hole to make him shiver a little, stimulating it with small quick jabs almost inside, just stroking the exterior. He plays with him only with his tongue at first, finally dipping inside and licking in circular motions to touch everything he can. He eats him like the feast he is, his hands first stroking up and down the cheeks, squeezing appreciatively and holding him apart.
One he's enjoyed himself for a bit he gets more serious and spreads Sylvain, lubing up one hand and sliding a finger into him, his tongue going in with it to work together to pleasure Sylvain. His finger can move faster, thrusting in to get him ready for two.
Sylvain's moan is somewhat muffled by the fact that his lips are wrapped around Claude's cock as his tongue teases against the slit, then traces just under the head. Taking his time and teasing in all the way he knows Claude loves. Dragging it out, just because he can. t's only fair, with how fond Claude tends to be of edging him.
Besides. He knows exactly how talented he is at this, and decades of practice have only made him better. Might as well put that practice to good use whenever possible.
Of course, it is more difficult to stay focused on what he's doing when he feels Jesper's lips and tongue start to tease him, to press into him, eliciting another strained moan that quickly melts into a whimper. His body jolts as one of those short jabs brushes over his prostate, sending pleasure arcing along his nerves, making his own erection jolt between his legs.
His fingers curl, biting into the flesh at Claude's hips as he abandons the teasing for the moment, taking him deep instead, swallowing him as deep as he can take him as he laves his tongue along the man's length. Lets his throat work around him as he carefully swallows, then relaxes his throat to take him deeper still. Transferring all that need created from Jesper's tongue - and then his fingers - into the hunger he lavishes on the other man's cock.
There's nothing but a curse uttered to Sylvain's talented mouth working over him and one which ends in a moan at the tease of that tongue. No point in being coy about it even if the thought to do so had somehow entered his mind - years of moments like this where Sylvain had carefully mapped out every part of him and each and every thing that works.
The same which Claude knows can be said for Jesper and Sylvain as all the intimacy starts to overlap between the three of them. Strong fingers clutch at the grasp on his hips and Claude has to remember to sit up slightly from where his head had tipped back in pleasure without him consciously noticing. Sylvain's need is electric all on its own even before more of his cock sinks into the other's throat and his grasp into red hair tightens with a tug of approval. So much approval it takes him another moment to remember he'd been busy with offering helpful suggestions, though his attention centers back on Sylvain's more than anything right now.
"A shame to deprive him of even more of your talented fingers," to Jesper as a start, though Claude knows it's also the start of what pleasure's to come to Sylvain. "Especially when we all know you're good at getting us to come with them."
That's as far as the suggestion goes, not that it wasn't in Jesper's plans already when it comes to plans to spoil Sylvain. With another lift of his hips to encourage Sylvain and to further enjoy him, though not without carefully watching his face to make sure it's not too much, to seek out some sign of approval before anything else even as the slide of heat around him also gets a moan out of him.
Jesper doesn't have to wave a hand to create something in here, he simply is going to do it, because his hands are about to be very busy. A mirror appears to the side to give him an excellent view of Sylvain's mouth on Claude and also provide a view for them to see him as well. He's an exhibitionist so it suits him. They're gods so they don't have to worry about human details like a refractory period or need for food and wine, the latter is just there for them to enjoy. They can spend as long as they want, and he's looking forward to them trying from every angle, every act. He'll make the entire room a mirror at some point if he has to.
It is fantastic to watch Claude disappear into Sylvain's mouth like that, Jesper can almost taste it himself. He smiles at the sight and spreads Sylvain to two fingers easily, spreading him so his tongue has easier access to torment his prostate, stroking that sensitive spot and then using a third finger to push in. His tongue withdraws so he can really push deep into him now, thrusting against him with enough aggression to try and get Sylvain to be more intense on Claude's cock.
Jesper encourages Sylvain's legs wider and slides underneath him, just enough to get his head where he wants it to be, using his second hand to wrap around Sylvain's cock and start pumping on him steadily. He uses his tongue this time to lather his tip, applying constant stimulation to it. His fingers open him so that when they get to the next round, Sylvain will be fully ready to receive his cock. "Give it to me," he murmurs, sucking Sylvain's tip into his mouth.
He's lost in the heated haze they've created between them, barely aware of anything going on outside the sensations washing over him. Claude's fingers tight in his hair, his cock pressing deep into his throat as he takes as much as he can, throat carefully working around him, tongue teasing along the sensitive length. Jesper's fingers stretching him open, tongue teasing sensitive muscle as those fingertips ease again and again over his prostate. Making him shudder, tremble, his cock leaking from the stimulation, the sheer want he's being assaulted with at either end.
Claude doesn't have to worry about it being too much. If anything, it just makes him crave more.
And then Jesper gives it, without him even having to ask. Without asking for that even having occurred to him. He probably could have come soon without that extra urging, without so much as a touch, having both of them filling him, body humming from pleasure. But Jesper taking his cock in slick fingers, stroking him slowly and then swallowing the tip of him into a wicked heat, it's too much.
His strangled cry is muffled around Claude's cock as he involuntarily takes him deeper still, every single inch buried in tight wet heat now as his body tenses with a shudder sweeping through him. With Jesper's fingers still fucking into him, stretching him open, it's stimulation assaulting him from every angle and he's helpless to do anything but get washed away with it.
Cock pulsing hotly, he spills thickly as his hips buck, trying to press back further into that delicious mouth wrapped around his head.. Body spasming, his throat likely works tighter around Claude's cock, the sounds of pleasure he makes completely muffled around him, vibrating along his length. as he comes undone.
Despite watching everything carefully, it still takes Claude a moment to focus in on the mirror appearing and then another one to realize what it's showing which has him thrusting up into Sylvain's mouth with a groan. With that permission given and all those sounds from Jesper's attentions bringing the man between them ever closer to the edge, Claude does his best to provide what part of it he can.
It takes focus now - considerable focus - to remember the words to encourage them both on with praise as it gets harder to not lose himself in everything until that cry pulls his attention back. Even as lost in pleasure as he is the look of Sylvain experiencing it so much only doubles everything and intensifies it even more. Sylvain tumbling over the edge is enough for Claude to follow not long after when the sight unravels him as well. The sensation, too, both in what he can what he can feel transmitted in that mouth around him as he rides out his orgasm still buried in it until there's nothing left to give.
"Fuck, Sylvain, you're so good," gets panted when sense returns to him and he releases his hold on the other's hair to cradle one side of the man's face fondly, that faint praise not covering near enough. There's more to come yet as Claude's attention now turns to Jesper before he looks back to Sylvain with sense slowly returning to him enough to remind him of his promise. "Jesper's been very patient, hasn't he? Help me get him ready so he can fuck you into the bed beneath us after."
Jesper doesn't worry about his own arousal because that will be handled soon enough. He is someone who prefers to give anyway, there are few things more erotic for him than someone spilling down his throat or coating his mouth. It's what he craves. He groans around Sylvain's cock as it pulses and pushes deeper into him and swallows it all down, lapping up afterward to be certain he got every drop of it. He manages to flick his eyes toward the mirror in time to see Claude's face spasm with his own pleasure so the both of them enjoying it at once can settle into him, deeply content.
Once Sylvain is clean he moves out from under him to behind him again, able to slide three fingers easily inside because of how relaxed an orgasm makes him. He's practically all open and accepting in this state, it's so slick and easy. He licks his lips and then steps toward the bed to dip down and slip his hands into Claude's hair, tilting his head back to dip down and steal a deep kiss out of him. With Sylvain's taste still on his tongue, spreading it into Claude's mouth.
They all have to situate a little differently to keep it moving but they're enormously adaptive, it's what makes them so good at this. "Here, Sylvain. Let me see in Claude's lap, love. You can help open me up, sweetheart. Claude, gorgeous, give a man a hand, will you?" Jesper smirks and does exactly what he says.
As they both know, Jesper is the easiest person to prep, he is automatically relaxed and very eager to get fucked, so really it's for the act of it.
Still trying to catch his breath, Sylvain manages to roll off of Claude with a groan, muscles still twitching and trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm as he settles onto the bed next to him instead. He'd meant to just make room for Jesper to settle in as well, but then he gets completely distracted by watching them kiss, Jesper's hands in dark hair, Claude still flushed and breathless himself.
So he might be a little slower to react as Jesper gets comfortable, but he does manage to drag his eyes away long enough to reach for the oil. Slicking his fingers, he splays one hand against Jesper's back as he teasingly pushes him closer to Claude and kneels behind him.
But instead of pressing his fingers in just yet, he leans in to return the favor. Or maybe just further indulge his oral fetish. or both!
Either way, his tongue is agile and eager as he teases against that tight ring of muscle, flicking at it before pressing inside. He hums happily, even as he slides a pair of fingers in alongside his tongue, so he can both stretch and tease at the same time.
But his eyes? They remain locked on the mirror, watching the way the two men kiss - something he wouldn't normally be able to see from this angle, so he's exceedingly grateful for the reflection.
At any other time, Claude might have wanted a chance to catch his own breath. Not now when he's already moving to sit up after Sylvain does and Jesper approaches; those hands in his hair are a compelling argument to stay right where he is. A particular weakness of his at that - something both men know well from many a night just like this. They pin him there as much as any hands around his wrists would
Jesper settles over him and he runs his own hands down the man's sides to settle them on his hips to pull him closer and meets that smirk with one of his own. "Lucky for you I'm every bit as talented with my hands." As he kisses Jesper just as deeply again to trap any noises well earned by Sylvain's clever mouth, Claude reaches down to trail a couple of fingertips along the underside of the other man's length as the smallest tease.
One he intends to deliver on since a second after bringing his hand away he snaps his fingers to put those godly benefits of bending whatever to their will to use as now an oil coats his hand. A lubricant well known from past trysts that warms with each slide of his hand along Jesper's cock now at a pace meant to amplify the pleasure from Sylvain working him open. No focus now except bringing Jesper to the edge or over it as he breaks the kiss just enough to lean back with another smirk to watch the other man's face while running his thumb along the head of his cock before moving down his length again.
Jesper could and has spent a lot of time simply kissing Claude, at least partly because he made him wait so long, so his lips are permanently a source of temptation. He makes certain to spread his legs just right to make it easier for Sylvain to do as he likes, although he does gasp loudly out of the kiss when Sylvain uses his tongue on him. "Should have seen that coming," he laughs and shivers. Trust him to turn the tables and kick Jesper into a new level of pleasure the same way.
He's already hard as can be and while he could insist on waiting, there's no reason he has to, since he has no refractory period to speak of in truth. And since these two lovely people are putting in the work, they should get the benefit. Jesper is practically open from the moment Sylvain puts his fingers in so that takes no real work, but it does give very real pleasure. He is careful not to push back into his fingers though since he is doing wonderful things with his tongue and doesn't need encouragement.
Jesper is getting it on both ends at the moment and this is a wonderful preview of being in the middle of them again soon. "Harder with the fingers, Sylvain. Faster with the hand, Claude." Demanding, yes, but they know how vocal he is. And besides that, he's all good with experiencing it and letting the ecstasy slide over his body from every nerve ending. He pulls Claude into another kiss, a deep one that barely has any end at all, allowing them moments of quick breathing and gasping before the next one. He's going to make them both dizzy with it.
The double attack doesn't take long before he jerks up into Claude's hand and spills over his fingers, moaning into the kiss and then forcing himself to break away to pant desperately, feeling like he could possibly pass out. It was a rush.
There's fond affection in his voice as he chuckles and turns his head slightly to the side. Only long enough to nip at Jesper's ass with playful sharpness before returning to his task again.
Jesper doesn't need much prep - he goes easily loose and slick as Sylvain's fingers add to the teasing, so Sylvain instead works towards pleasuring him, fingers thrusting into him as his tongue teases against sensitive skin. His fingers seeking out his lover's prostate as he purposefully sends intense stimulation along his nerves, timing it in time to the movement he can see of Claude's fingers wrapped around his cock. it's only fair, after all.
When Jesper spills between them, he chuckles and pulls back a little, giving him a moment to catch his breath.
"But since you're so gorgeous when you come, I suppose I'll forgive you. This time."
He meets Claude's gaze over Jesper's shoulder - or perhaps in the reflection - and gives him a playful wink, a sated smile full of satisfaction curved across his lips.
That instruction - no, that demand Jesper issues only gets the smirk on his face to widen when he takes it as encouragement. Not just for the movement of his hand when his next stroke of Jesper's cock is deliberately slower for the sake of being ornery and because that insistence is effective as it always is. Whatever retort Claude had for the sake of offering one becomes a noise swallowed up between the two of them when a familiar mouth crashes into his.
It's another firm instruction and this one he heeds instead of continuing to be difficult as he moves his hand faster. The pace now matches the lack of air as he uses it to fuel that want, that need, that desire which has his own cock beginning to harden again the closer Jesper gets to the edge. And when he comes that moan is music to his ears, though he doesn't let the other god get away quite so quickly, out of breath or not. The next kiss isn't really much of one since it's broken up by grinning against Jesper's mouth before he glances to catch Sylvain's very pleased gaze.
"If we didn't already have plans, I'd say we should fuck Jesper just like this between us. A sight to save for another time with more mirrors so we don't miss a second." Or maybe they could use the last part for now as with a wave of his hand they're cleaned up again and the oil returns to his hand when desire's not faded even with them all being sated as he looks back to Jesper. "Or you and I could give Sylvain a show."
Jesper is bossy in bed without question and he's only heard complaints when they're playfully said like now. Sometimes his bossing turns into pleading, and either way, it's all focused on getting him what he wants. For a first time, this is already turning out exactly as good as he was hoping for. The three of them are working together, moving in sync, as easily as they do as separate pairs. Not that he expected this to be awkward, but sometimes threesomes can be in the start. And that can be fun too, to make them all laugh, but with Claude and Sylvain, things really have come easily once he got his mouth on them the first time.
It's in his kiss, all his best seductive qualities. It's absorbing Claude through Jesper's orgasm and he laughs, sucking in breath and laughing again, afterward. "Sweetheart, we are going to experience every combination of sex we possibly can, we have years ahead of us to make certain of that." Maybe they don't need to try every single thing this week, but also, Jesper's not going to argue if they decide to. He's all in. He is gorged on lust and everything he wants falling into his lap. Lucky man.
"As long as it leads to you being inside of me, Claude, I'm happy to be the show pony." Jesper reaches back to caress his fingers through Sylvain's hair lovingly. He moves though because he is going to flop down either way, and he decides to do it on top of Claude. Very sensible choice given the man's naked body needs to be blanketed in his opinion. He looks over his shoulder at Sylvain and grins. "Come up higher on the bed with us, baby. I want to kiss you."
The retort is said with a snicker, even as his tongue once more circles around Jesper's hole, fingers pressing in a little deeper. Still occasionally crooking within him to tease against sensitive nerves, but not too much just yet. Not wanting to drive him into overstimulation. It's more a lazy, simmering teasing now, as he watches Jesper sprawl comfortably atop Claude.
"I feel like we should just start making a list of plans. Somehow, I suspect it's going to be a very long list. Like maybe finding out if Jesper could take both of us at once..." And he adds a third finger as he says it, stretching Jesper wider. Just because he can.
"Is that your version of telling us to be patient? Hmph."
If both of them weren't so damned distracting, Claude might've had something better to offer than that. That's what he tells himself, anyway, though it's simply a bit of mouthiness considering there's no protest as Jesper becomes a godly blanket when he moves back to get them all more comfortable against the very nice bed beneath them. A bit of repose is never a bad thing, and especially when they both look at Sylvain at the same time when he doesn't move.
Watching Sylvain's 'kiss' in that deft work of his tongue is a rather nice sight and one he enjoys for a few seconds before he flicks his gaze back up to Jesper's face to watch the reaction in what will surely be equally as enjoyable. With it Claude trails a hand along one of Jesper's arms moving upwards and switching to drawing fingertips across skin he's come to know well, ending the motion with placing a hand on Jesper's cheek to turn him back forward. All the better to capture those lips again in a brief kiss and in the tiniest ask for attention. Can't let the rest of what Sylvain said go without a response, after all.
"I'm sure we could find plenty of things for a list, don't you think? Put all of our imaginations to use and then some."
Jesper shivers from the overstimulation of still being worked in but he also hums contently and keeps his legs spread so Sylvain has all the access he needs to keep going. He will pout a little bit about not getting to kiss him right away, which he does by looking over his shoulder at him with an exaggerated one, but it's chased away by a smile right away. He sighs and moans when the third finger pushes inside of him and he gets pulled into a kiss with Claude. Truly the best of all worlds, stuffing him full of pleasure and attention.
He moves his mouth down Claude's jawline and suck and nibble at the skin on his neck though, deciding to take the time to make a very nice hickey on it. He laps at the bruise afterward and starts pushing back into Sylvain's fingers, already starting to bounce back. It's all within his willpower but he likes it being a natural spring into desire again, letting it linger on his skin and grow again.
"Oh I am certain that I could. I am an entity of love after all. Who knows what I am capable of?" Jesper embodies that power too, although he's not even in his strongest form yet. In another few hundred years, he'll be twice as strong, fed by his own cult and becoming a popular god to worship. "Not to mention how creative we'll be able to be with what we are." There's only possibility ahead of them!
"I really am getting the best of the deal in this though, as I should be, it being my idea." He grins into Claude's neck, biting his clavicle. He gets to fuck and be fucked at the same time, a glorious middle of the sandwich. "Sylvain, sweetheart, do you need more prep?"
There's laughter lurking in his tone as he sets his teeth in the fleshy curve of Jesper's ass, biting down hard enough to leave a mark in his skin.
But he props himself up on one elbow to peer up the line of his lovers' entwined bodies with a smirk. "I think we all know by now that I'm always ready to go. Was that your subtle hint you were feeling thoroughly prepped yourself?"
"If you stay there, you're never allowed to complain about anticipation again." Teasingly since Claude knows that'll have no such effect, nor will it keep any of them from enacting some form of it on each other now or at any future time. A comfortable sort of realization each and every time even when there's no rush as he trails a hand up and down Jesper's cock in lazy strokes, a reward for those very nice teeth finding purchase on him.
A brief reward since it's not long after he's gently pushing at the man's hips with one last kiss. "Even if it's already the best of the deal before getting started, I bet we can make it even more so here in a minute."
Since he's also taking that hint about being ready; even if he doesn't entirely want to shift Jesper from his lap where he is now thanks to that beautiful view of Sylvain behind him, it'll be more than worth it. With one last kiss brushed to wherever of Jesper's skin that's in range he reaches for Sylvain to curl a hand around an arm to tug until he can convince the other man to lean forward also for a kiss with a grin against his lips after. "Time to get comfortable wherever you want to be, my love."
"Me? Subtle? You know you could've used half a finger and I'd be ready." Jesper is the easiest person in the world to get open, so he does get a little impatient when they get there, because by the time fingers start moving, he just wants a cock. And he gets to have Claude's in a few minutes so he is most certainly not wasting time now. He shivers when Claude strokes him along with the excellent work Sylvain's doing and he's fully ready to go, but now it's about strategies.
Jesper knows they now have to figure positions out so he stays on top of Claude but also reaches out to Sylvain's hair to encourage him to come closer and join them. "You're the bottom, darling, your choice." There are configurations that they can do but Jesper is sandwiched either way and he'll be comfortable between the two of them. Sylvain's positioning needs to be about both comfort and excitement.
"Oh but first ...." Jesper turns slightly toward him and then steals his mouth for a heated kiss. He tastes himself on his tongue and probably isn't helping the cuase by kissing the words out of him, but it feels necessary. And fun!
Jesper makes a pretty convincing argument to move, when his mouth crashes against his own and it's distracting enough that there's little enough resistance in him when Claude tugs him, maneuvering him around their lover as they switch places. Claude's lips replace Jesper's and he moans into the kiss, hands sliding against their heated skin, trying to grasp at both of them as he's slid onto the bed.
He doesn't really think about it before he's rolling onto his back, wanting to touch both of them. Wanting to watch both of them, even as his own hands reach and tug, trying to draw them close.
"I'm comfortable like this. Besides. I don't want to miss a moment of this. Even if I know you two will be endlessly distracting, no matter what we do."
It's easy to press into those familiar hands as Sylvain's move over him, and same for the grin against the other's mouth when the kiss breaks before Claude lets him settle where he wants to on the bed.
"No adding more mirrors first? And here I thought you'd want to see every angle by giving yourself the best place to watch," Claude teases even while enjoying the sight of Sylvain sprawling out and he reaches for one of Sylvain's hands to press a few kisses along his knuckles. It's only sort of a joking suggestion; he's considering doing much the same since it might be a little difficult to see Jesper's face once they get started and it's not a sight he wants to miss.
A 'problem' they'll solve soon since with his other hand he finds the oil to uncap it again. Though deep desire's made him hard almost since they got Jesper off, it's Jesper's cock he reaches for to use slicking his length as a reason to offer him a few more strokes as he starts to move to allow a bit more space. "Your choice of where you want to go next, I think. I'll put you in charge of making sure we can distract Sylvain even more than we do already."
"We can make this entire room an erotic mirror." Jesper likes creating them because he truly enjoys the view from every angle. He's someone who believes that every part of sex is hot, there is nothing that turns him off, he likes watching to an obscene degree. He gives Sylvain a delighted smile though when he goes onto his back because it means he'll be able to look at his face. And Jesper does love that pretty face a great deal. He reaches out to tangle his fingers in Sylvain's hair and he tugs playfully, leaning down to kiss him again.
He has to let him go though because they are situating and Claude's touching him which sends shocks through his body of pleasure. He is so eager to have that man inside of him, it's almost pathetic. Jesper helps Sylvain's legs to spread to give him more access, comfortably placing one of his legs up against Jesper's shoulder. It puts him at a good angle to position on his knees between them, his own legs spread from there for Claude.
"Okay, baby, here we go." Jesper turns his head to press a kiss to Sylvain's ankle and then he slides into him like he was born to be there. It never gets old but it always feels incredibly natural, groaning as Sylvain's heat takes him in. "Fuck, I love you. Saints." Jesper angles so that he can thrust fully into Sylvain while lifting up his own ass to present to Claude. Technically it'd probably be easier for it to all be on their knees, but he likes looking at Sylvain's eyes too much. He's locked right on them.
"Okay, other baby, hop on." Jesper can still make jokes while balls deep inside of his lover.
His gaze never once wavers from Jesper's once he feels the other man's attention focus in on them like they're the only ones left in the world. The festival still waiting for them to attend would beg to differ, but Claude also tunes it and everything else out when familiar lips trap a sound he'd like to hear more of against his skin.
In the same instant those hands on him turn from adoration alone to adoration with want behind it, he's arching back again to meet Sylvain's arousal and press against it to encourage more. More touches, more interest when this tips from being a way to pass the time before departing to something well worth sacrificing the state of his outfit for.
"Are you looking for a show, Jesper?" The supposed innocence of that question is entirely offset by the fact that Claude reaches against for one of Sylvain's roaming hands, not content to let him make the next move no matter how nice that grasp on him growing more deliberate by the minute is. This time he directs that hand south to where his own arousal will be made readily apparent by touch and loose clothing becoming less so beneath Sylvain's touch. And since he can't touch Jesper at current, he'll have to let words do some of that work for him.
"Surely the years have taught you we're capable of putting one on just to your liking. Or," as he shifts his arm draped around Sylvain's neck up to slide a hand into red hair for the start of a grasp on it, "we could choose for you."
There is no better way to start out this festival than with sex. It is basically the appetizer to what they are getting plenty of later. Don't threaten Jesper with a good time, he'll stop and smell the roses every time, when the roses are two of his lovers enjoying each other. Jesper moves back onto the bed so he can sit up straight at the bed frame, making himself comfortable so he can watch. He lazily loosens his painted-on pants so he can put a hand on himself through the fabric, but he doesn't do more than touch for now.
Arousal hangs in the air and then seems to submerge the room in it, another aftermath of his influence around them, adding to the heat and taste of want.
"Oh I don't think I've been subtle about wanting a show, dearest." He gestures with a hand and Claude's clothes simply unravel underneath him, curling to the ground. No need to worry about it, he'll fix them later when they are getting ready again to go out, but he wants to watch Sylvain's hands on his naked body and sees no reason to wait.
Now he gets to admire the view of Claude made (unfairly) bare by his powers, Sylvain holding him close behind, and he smirks, tapping golden fingernails against his cheek. "Please do continue even if I unwrapped the present for you."
The sudden shift of fabric to flesh beneath his fingers draws a chuckle from Sylvain, even as his hands are quick to take advantage of this new freedom to explore and tease.
"Oh, good. now he really can't get annoyed at me for mussing his shiny outfit."
His one hand remains teasing and tweaking against the darkened nub of a nipple as he presses in against Claude's back, pinning him against his broad chest. And he lets his other be guided lower, already knowing where Claude is guiding him. Fingers curl knowingly around the man's cock, teasing him with slow and sure strokes, knowing exactly how Claude likes it. And also exactly how to draw those sensations out to drive the man slowly mad when he plays with giving him just shy of what he really wants.
He does make a soft sound of pleasure as he feels those fingers tangle in his hair thought, hips arching to push more firmly against the curve of Claude's ass in response. his own growing arousal would be impossible to miss and he turns his head slightly to nip at Claude's throat in retaliation, although his gaze never leaves Jesper. The way he reclines, the way he's tugged his own cock out to tease, giving them a show in return.
"Who says I can't get mad about my outfit now being in multiple pieces?" With a playful frown to match that very real complaint as he looks down at the fabric now on the floor, his supposed concern all fleeting and convenient for a retort. Just as quickly as Jesper melted them away they'll be stitched together again later like this never happened, he knows, from plenty of experience before. If anything, the objection is simply because it's a trick he loves and he knows Jesper knows just how effective it is.
The same of which can be said for Sylvain's hands and their deft and talented work. The slow strokes have Claude lazily canting his hips forward into those fingers when them combined with desire have his cock hardening. Deliberately he rocks back every now and then at a languid pace to encourage Sylvain's own cock with added friction beyond what's been sought. He could reach a hand back between them in what's an equally familiar to stroke him in time, though no sooner has the thought crossed his mind when a tweak of fingers has him inhaling something not quite a gasp between parted lips. They could put on a teasing enough show just like this, Claude knows, and it's tempting to take their time.
All three of them certainly like to draw that out of each other in varying degrees; he could also wait to hear what plots are on Jesper's mind. Then again, why not encourage things along? His other hand goes back after all but to run fingertips along Sylvain's shoulder blade before switching to lightly dragging his nails next in appreciation for admiration coming from all sides between the man wrapped around him and the one on the bed appreciating the view just getting started.
"So many options for Jesper to choose from for what he wants," then a pause to reset his grasp in Sylvain's hair to something tighter in admiration of one particularly pleasing stroke that's still not quite enough even as he turns brush his lips against what he can reach of Sylvain's face in the tiniest sliver of impatience, "though I'm still not opposed to picking one ourselves. What do you think, my love?"
"I'll fix it better than before, you know I take clothing very seriously." Jesper makes clothes for everyone he loves because there is something very delightful about seeing them wear it and appreciating his own skill. On his lovers it's particularly delicious though, having thought of every stitch with their body in mind. He turns his own pants into ribbons, it's the fair thing to do considering what he did to Claude, and his fingers get coated in lube from a tiny flicker of his finger. He takes himself in hand but doesn't do more than that, watching.
It's a beautiful sight. Sylvain and his shock of bright red hair, Claude's fingers tangled in them, his giant build behind Claude and around him. His eyes take their time traveling over their muscular bodies, over the inches he's spent time putting his mouth on over the centuries, and he is smug and pleased in his seat of honor at the moment. His tongue runs over his lips when his gaze fixes on Claude's cock and the stroke of a large hand on it, thinking about the taste of it in his mouth.
"I want you to fuck him, Sylvain. The details and position are fully up to you two, I can make a perfect view wherever I want." Jesper is remarkably good at modifying space around him for his own pleasure, so he can just make himself move if he needs a different angle, which he absolutely will. For now he's content to watch them put on their own pornography for him, a reward of the highest order in his opinion. He only does one teasing stroke on himself from bottom to top and then wraps his hand right under his head, holding it firmly so he doesn't get too excited.
Sylvain's lips curve into a slow smile at the suggestion, even though he's plotting something of his own now. Jesper's words fit in perfectly with that idea, though, so he just chuckles and gives Claude's cock another slow stroke before releasing him. His hands only slide up the man's body, however, to his arms and then along the length of them. Drawing Claude's hands up above him, his own fingers curled around his wrists.
"Gonna borrow your clothes for a minute, love. Might as well put them to good use, while they're not necessary elsewhere."
A gesture, as golden thread winds together into a long sash, then winds its way around Claude's wrists in a snug grip, holding him suspended and stretched taut enough it's just shy of pulling him up on the balls of his feet. Emphasizing all those lithe muscles on display and the gorgeous lines of his toned body. Working magic like that is not something that typically falls in his skillset but between his three lovers he's picked up a trick or two along the way. Still, it's not as ornate as one of the others could have done, more practical than pretty.
Not that Claude needs help with being pretty. He manages that just fine on his own.
Sylvain's hands return to touching and teasing their way back down his body, even as he shifts in behind him, nudging his legs a little further apart as he presses his own cock against the curve of Claude's ass. He lets one hand slide down to lift one of Claude's legs, leaving him balanced on one foot. And leaving him in a far more exposed position. The fingers of his other hand slide down to tease over his cock, a slow, teasing trace along the underside, from root to tip.
Except he's enacted another bit of magic - a spell he is very skilled in after all these centuries. It had started out by being able to feel emotions in others but he's honed it far beyond that since then. And he stretches it out no, sending those sensations outwards instead. So that when his fingers trace along Claude's cock, Jesper will feel the same caress on his own skin, a phantom touch shared between both of them. With one slide of his hand, he can pleasure them both and anything he makes Claude feel, an echo will tease Jesper at the same time.
Sylvain's eyes are dark and smug, lips curved into a smirk as his gaze remains locked on their lover, to catch his reaction when he picks up on the trick.
Sylvain's hands guiding his into the air is a routine he knows after years of getting to know each other in every last intimate way possible. The same for the fingers winding their way around his wrists to make it so when he knows a version of what will follow; the list of who he trusts enough for those restraints is a short one without many on it. The two gods in front of and behind him certainly made it on there long ago.
It's that trust which makes this enjoyable as the restraints are completed and he finds himself ever so slightly suspended within the air. It's anticipation which has him fully hard now as if any of them needed proof of how this in particular caters to his interests. Not that it'll be as simple as this, of course. The tease of Sylvain's length behind him and that hand over his own cock again have him swallowing an impatience noise before it can be heard.
"I didn't know you were planning on fucking my thighs to satisfy Jesper's request." A playful pout's in those words as Claude arches again. A show once more to play into all those angles Sylvain's moved him into to be on display when he knows what ones play into his strengths with a preciseness, and one also to press back against Sylvain's cock. Less than what he'd usually prefer to offer, but with one leg in Sylvain's grip and the other foot basically skimming the ground it's the best he can offer.
Until, that is, he catches onto Sylvain's magic reaching even farther than the threads around him and his interest sharpens yet again. "But if you're planning on making him impatient, I think it's only fair he also gets tied up."
Oh Jesper is 100% locked in once Sylvain ever so artfully restrains Claude and in the process puts every inch of that body on display for him. It is the most beautiful masterpiece to admire. He is fully hard solely from watching and there is no doubting with a flash of those silver eyes that he approves of Sylvain's choice here. He bites his lip and watches, playing with his nipples as he does, that little bit of spice a contrast to the heat touching himself would give.
Except then Sylvain plays his little trick and he should have seen that coming, which his moan communicates when words don't come easily to his mouth right away. "You fiend," Jesper finally says, swallowing as the lust settles comfortably over his shoulders. He takes his hand off himself so that Sylvain is entirely in control of both of them now, restraint meaning more than only who is being tied up.
"Impatient, isn't he?" Jesper drawls about Claude trying to provoke about the thighs, but he's grinning ear-to-ear because Claude deserves every drawn out second to torment him given his own nature. That's why it is so much fun when he's the one who has to be put on display and used, rather than getting to control the situation. Every version of it is fun, but Jesper does have a fondness for watching Claude get swept out of his head and into his feelings.
"Twist my arm why don't you." Jesper says, amused, and doesn't need to be asked at all. This is one of his favorite kinks. The nearby stretches of cloth turn into bindings themselves and he puts his arms up, hands immediately wrapped around and tied to the headboard. "We're at your mercy, Sylvain. All yours." Jesper may be the one being the voyeur but now that Sylvain has added phandom pleasure to it, he's fully invested.
"Always impatient. Ironic, when he's the biggest tease in the room."
Which is an impressive title, really, considering the three of them currently in this room.
That smirk is audibly in his voice though as he gestures his fingers and gathers some more of that loose thread, enough to loop under Claude's knee and suspend it there so he can free up both his hands. For a moment, he's tempted to lift the other leg, too, have Claude completely suspended for their viewing, but he looks so good like this. That can wait a bit.
But with his hands free, he doesn't hesitate in exploring over Claude's heated skin, seeking out sensitivity, teasing more of that arousal simmering in his blood. And every touch, every caress, ever tease, gets translated to Jesper now as well. Watching how their lover's body responds to the sensation, even as he feels Claude's react where they're pressed flush together.
"That didn't actually require much twisting at all." To play on those words his fingers pinch lightly at a nipple, tugging and twisting it to hardness, a hint of sharpness to the play, to add an edge to the caresses. "And tsk. That is very dangerous permission to give me, you know."
"And yet both of you always seem rather pleased at the end of all that teasing."
No less lackluster in the sass put behind it, though the retort itself rather is thanks to those roaming hands which Sylvain knows are all too effective after the threads shift him again. All touches Claude never tires of no matter how slowly they might move in the name of every last bit of anticipation he himself has unleashed on both lovers separately and together over the years as a sharp inhale leaves him when fingers begin to tweak. A routine he truly never tires of - as they well know - and one made all the better by watching restraints wind their way around Jesper, too.
"Are you planning on doing any actual twisting?" Plenty of experience has taught him there's more than a chance that challenging Sylvain on anything will be met with the same stubbornness he knows well is within him. But with his hands rather limited and that lone foot to brush against the floor every so often not providing much other opportunities: running his mouth it is. "Rather tame for having both of us at your mercy, you know."
He's taking his chances on that for both him and Jesper at the same time thanks to that magic, after all.
"You look so fucking hot right now, Claude." Jesper is pulled out of his own teasing remarks to state what is obvious, but that's because Sylvain is really getting him going now. Even as Claude reacts and warms up to the touches, Jesper shudders a little as it gets to him on his side. Phantom touches, inspiring to him. He's glad he can't touch himself right then, it'd be too easy to let himself get distracted by gaining pleasure. Instead he wants it to be tortured out of him like this.
But seriously, seeing Claude strung up like this on full display, a flush in his pretty cheeks and every inch of him being hungrily admired, it's something to behold. Incredibly hot. He moans at the twist on the nipple, always sensitive there himself in the best sense, and his legs stretch out to the sides, putting himself in his naked glory on show too. He has nothing to rub himself against other than air so he'll just have to suffer. They both will.
"I see the plan here." He grins. "You want both of us to be begging for you to fuck us. Genius." One begging is good enough, but he's set up a situation where his partners are at his mercy and experiencing the same act. Fuckery on two levels. "If we're very good and beg you pretty enough, are you going to give it to us, baby?"
"That depends on how creatively you beg, I suppose."
There's a smirk in his voice as he watches Jesper stretch and strain on the bed, knowing what he's feeling. Can feel the same reactions shudder through Claude where he keeps him pinned flush against his chest.
But despite his words, he knows there's little he'd ever deny his lovers - either one of them.
With Claude restrained and suspended as he is, it's easy for Sylvain to murmur the spell to slick his fingers, sliding them teasingly against his entrance - knowing Jesper will be able to see every movement, as well as feel it. he takes his time, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside, stretching Claude open with a single finger, then two, taking his time in working him open. And purposefully brushing his fingertips over the man's prostate anytime he suspected the man was going to start getting impatient and sassy about something. It was a pretty effective method of short-circuiting the man's brain, he'd found.
And his other hand keeps moving around Claude's cock, stroking deliberate and slow. Enough to keep him squirming but not push him too far too fast. He was enjoying how much it tormented the both of them while he got to watch, got to feel.
Realistically, that isn't going to be an option for long. Claude knows it, Jesper knows it, Sylvain absolutely knows it with all those very deliberate escalations of touch which aren't quite enough as little promises of what might come if they give into those desires. Even the fingers as a welcome addition for something more focused are intentionally not enough, not even when he runs his mouth a bit too much and earns a curve of them and Sylvain gets rewarded with a sharp inhale while Claude still holds onto his eroding control while he can.
Claude swallows back the frustrated noise threatening to break free to not give Sylvain the satisfaction - as if it can't be felt anyway when there's no real disguising it thanks to this ability or that one - and instead tips his head back to lean against the other man's broad shoulder behind him while watching Jesper through half-lidded eyes. They're both being wound up, after all, and if Jesper's enjoying this sight then the same is true for Claude as he runs his gaze slowly across the man in question's spread form. Even if he won't cave to beg just yet, nothing says he can't play on that to give Jesper more of what he wants, too, as he does his best to brush a kiss to what he can reach of Sylvain's jaw.
"Jesper did say he wanted a show, didn't he? He looks a little too relaxed still. I bet-" brief pause for a curse through gritted teeth as another too slow pass of Sylvain's hand along his cock nearly derails him again, a betrayal in not so many words he also wants for himself what he's about to describe - "you could put those talented hands to even better use for both of us. Make him arch off the bed even more."
Jesper is not someone who minds begging. He's a champion begger. He never holds out. Claude however is more difficult about it, which means he's about to be in for the edging ride along with him. He'll probably swear at Claude more than Sylvain as this goes, but they'll all have a great time along the way. And also, he literally asked for this. And now Claude is pushing it more, which only makes Jesper laugh.
"You are such a problem," he scolds him, which is definitely a compliment. Jesper does feel as if he's the one being prepared, as if he's the one being stimulated on both ends. The troublesome part being that he's not. His cock is hard and untouched and his body lacking the caresses he would love to be real, but they have time. He's just being extra tortured without the follow through. Instead he leans into the magical aspect and makes the restraints around his hands harsher so he doesn't get tempted to touch himself.
"Just so you know, sweetheart, as soon as you're done fucking him, I am going to fuck you through this bed. I'm going to break the damn thing. I'm going to smother you in these sheets." Jesper's both threatening and promising, but he's grinning all the while. It's a joke but also not, he looks forward to being able to give it back to Sylvain in full later. "And I'll let Claude decide how long I torment you before you come, so be very thoughtful about your actions here." Jesper always gives in! Claude, not so much.
"I don't think Claude should ever get to decide things like that. He's the worst. He's also the one who wants to drag this out for you as long as possible, you realize. I feel like we should both be punishing him instead."
The words are smirked into the back of Claude's shoulder a moment before teeth bite lightly into the flesh there, leaving redness behind, even as he thrusts his fingers in, fast and deep, scissoring them within him. And then purposefully focusing on his prostate while he slows his strokes around the man's cock. Alternating where he stimulates, making sure it's never too much at once.
His eyes remain locked on Jesper's gorgeous form stretched out on the bed, reading the reactions written in his movements, his expressions, the sounds he makes, even as he feels the same in the man caught against him. Deeply in-tune with both of them and focused on their shared pleasure. he knows what both of his lovers enjoy and he doles out a generous amount of teasing for both of them, even if his hands were only on Claude's body.
But wanting his hands elsewhere, it's not long before he's satisfied with how stretched Claude is and he withdraws his fingers long enough to slick his cock, sliding the head over that tight ring of muscle.
And then he's grasping Claude's hips and pushing into his lover with one sharp, deep thrust, knowing that both of them would feel the stretch of being filled without any further warning or him bothering to slow to give them time to adjust. He doesn't give them time to catch their breaths either, barely hesitating before he starts fucking the suspended man now impaled so tightly on his cock.
"For that we should punish Sylvain even more. I'm on board with everything Jesper said for what he wants to do to you, except that I think he should fuck me first now that you're demonstrating how much you love to wait."
Another time when those deft fingers aren't causing him to punctuate those words with little noises just barely held back, that might've founded a little more ominous. As it is it'll have to do as they're ground out while pretending like he's not absolutely giving into what Sylvain wants. In this, at least, because he means every word about delays.
Is this also his way of telling Sylvain to hurry up already? Maybe. Claude knows it'll be (correctly) heard as that as it is. A little bossiness never hurts even if he's one of the ones tied up and at Sylvain's mercy at the moment.
But not long when it comes to waiting now because that cock sliding into him with a familiar roughness they bring out of each other all around gets an exhale that's closer to the moan the other is looking for. Fruitlessly his fingers clench onto nothing but those ribbons wound through his grasp when he'd really like to be sinking them into someone else's skin besides his own, and they offer no leverage to press back against Sylvain like he wants even as each thrust takes him deeper.
"Harder," gets gasped out as close of a command as he can make it as one particular angle brings pleasure which threatens to wipe his mind clean of thoughts, not only for himself but the sight of Jesper on the bed enjoying both the view and the sensations as he makes sure to tighten around Sylvain as much as he can.
"How about no one punishes anyone right now and Sylvain just fucks us already? Please?" See, Jesper has no problem begging! Right away! It's because of the prostate for certain, Sylvain is making him want to die with how good it feels doing it to Claude. It's insane to be able to feel all of it as if it's truly happening to him, and also possibly making him insane. He whines when he sees Sylvain's fingers move and does an excited little jiggle of his hips as if he's ready for Sylvain to thrust inside of him instead. It's the same instinct, the same feeling.
Jesper's back does arch right off the bed with how good that intense first thrust feels and he pants. He can also feel the helplessness that Claude's going through being tied as he is and unable to push back, Jesper's hips pushing down into the bed because he's trying to do the same thing against a cock that isn't there. He can't get a hand on himself and doesn't angle toward the bed to rub any friction out of it, playing by the rules by humping at the air desperately.
"Don't stop," is gasped out from Sylvain's second lover. The fact that Sylvain is going ruthless right away means good things for them. "Do you think you can make me come untouched and not even be the one fucked, Sylvain?" Jesper grins at him, gray eyes silver as they latch onto Claude's face. He is so pretty it hurts sometimes but the expression on his face is perfection. "Because my money's on you, sweetheart." Jesper may lose his goddamn mind before it happens, but it's absolutely doable in this situation.
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Feywilds Masquerade
[ He'd spotted her a few times throughout the night, but still wasn't entirely certain his guess was right. he hadn't had a chance to get close enough to look deeper into his guess, either. At least, not until he spotted her slipping out a side door in the direction of the Rose Maze.
Finishing off his wine, he excuses himself from the conversation he'd been halfheartedly taking part in and moved to follow her, slipping silently out onto the patio and moving to her side.
Just as her hand came out to latch onto his with a surprising grip and his golden eyes flit to her masked face, even though it gives nothing away, especially since he can't currently see her mouth - which tended to be one of the most obvious tells of what she was feeling.
And he still wasn't entirely certain he'd guessed correctly in the first place.
The offer, however, gets a quick and easy grin from him, lips curving to reveal teeth as he bent over her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles. ]
I'm not afraid of your claws. Even if they are sharp. In fact, that might just add to the allure.
[ His voice is low and husky, playful, but there's a deeper lilt, the faint traces of an accent that isn't normally there. Something he's adopted for the evening to help and hide his identity further. He doubts there's anyone here who might recognize the Srengi lilt to his words except for maybe Claude, and even that's doubtful. ]
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Flattery won't get you anywhere.
[ There's a hint of a chiding somewhere in her voice, but it's only a light one, meant to add to this more serious persona of hers that she definitely hadn't been sticking to as faithfully as she had intended. Golden orbs linger on their masked features before pulling hand away slowly. ]
Anemone. And you are?
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[ He lingers over her hand a moment more before straightening. Although he doesn't release her, keeps her fingers twined with his now that he had them. He does smile down at her, however, playful and knowing. ]
And I'm not sure I believe that's true. The flattery bit. Are you so certain?
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But she almost forgets where she is for a moment, and after a beat raises an eyebrow before looking back up at Lief. ]
Why wouldn't I be?
[ There's a curious tilt of her head as she registers the look he's giving her. Her mind ticks through the list of people that she knows and it could be any number of them. A knowing look doesn't immediately rule anyone out however. ]
Are you implying that I don't know myself?
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[ He gives her a wink from behind his mask before he gives a slight tug on her hand, leading her towards the entrance of the maze. ]
But you did want to do a little exploring, did you not? Get some fresh air?
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[ Despite the put on sigh, the banter is batted back and there's the unmistakeable tinge of jest to her voice. She doesn't provide any resistance as she's lead along by the handsome stranger further into the depths of the maze, keeping her gaze curiously on affixed on the back of his head before lengthening her stride so she can walk alongside him. ]
Are you speaking for yourself and projecting onto me? [ He's not wrong in his guess which she admits as much. What is purposefully left out is why she had reached for his hand in the first place. It's better not to think about the reason at all, really. ] As stunning as the festivities are, I'd be remiss not to take in the rest of the grounds too. Experiences are best enjoyed in a balance.
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[ He's pretty sure he could stop and pin a butterfly on her right now, but he doesn't think that will prove the point he wants to make. So he lets it go for the time being. His lips stay quirked in fond amusement as he tugs her through the entrance of the maze and into the massive warren of rosebushes beyond.
Although he does cast a glance back over his shoulder at her at that comment. ] Balance? I'm pretty sure experiences like this are meant to be indulged in, actually.
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[ Of course, bad is relative. The likelihood of her throwing a tantrum if someone were to figure out her identity is rather slim. There are few people that she would truly be agitated if they guessed correctly. At most she might be a little miffed, but it was unlikely to result in it ending a friendship. They were important to her despite what she might allude to. And factors that would lead her to ending friendships had only come to light until recently.
She loses herself in thought, eyes narrowing in frustration for a moment only to catch herself when she realizes Lief has asked her another question. ]
Spoken like someone who has indulged. How have you indulged exactly?
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[ There's laughter in his voice as he winks at her again, turning to walk backwards into the maze, still leading her by the hand. But this way he can watch her better. He'll leave watching the maze to her for the moment. ]
I'm also fairly certain you could make an absolute fool of me whether I knew who you were or not.
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[ Hilda tempers the interest in her voice; if she hadn't been curious before, she definitely was now. There was the possibility that Lief was pretending. But there was also the possibility that facets who they were were also folded into the persona. An answer to her question wouldn't reveal anything in full, but based on the list of people she knew, it might at the very least narrow it down. This carefree attitude, the confidence in assuming that she wouldn't let him trip - that had to count for something too.
While she succeeds in tempering her interest, some of it slips through her facade as she raises an eyebrow. ]
What gives you that impression? Or does that speak more to who you are?
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[ The reply is lighthearted and flippant, but he doesn't turn around still, content to keep his gaze on hers as his lips curve into a grin beneath his mask. ]
Are you denying your skill at making a fool of all the ready idiots around you? That seems unlikely. Although I suppose if you were trying to be polite, but where's the fun in that?
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The maze comes to its first fork in the path and she guides him to the left, for no rhyme or reason other than instinct. As she pulls him that way, she strides ahead to lead him this time. Briefly her gaze flits over her shoulders towards him before turning back towards their path. If she misses a beat, she hopes it doesn't show as she goes to lightly chide him. ]
You either think too highly of me or think too little of yourself. I barely know you. I can't call you an idiot yet when the night is so young.
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Oh, it's definitely thinking highly of you. And from where I stand, I see little problem with that.
[ She takes the lead as she chooses their first direction and he watches her with an indulgent smile. ]
Are you just guessing right now or do you have any idea of where you're going?
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[ Hilda can't help but laugh, and there's a lightness, a hint of genuineness that flavours it. While it's said with the same chiding from before he might be able to conclude that she's welcome to it.
As much as she's shed the vain young thing that could be won over with pretty words that she was five years ago, there's something appealing about all of this - the masquerade, the dashing masked stranger giving her attention - that makes her feel like the flirty, bubbly version of herself that she hasn't been for the last several months. That version of her has felt so far away from where she is now. She pushes aside the kernel of worry from before, trying to remind herself that she's here to enjoy herself and she deserves that as much as the next Summoned. There's a cheekiness to her voice even though she doesn't turn to look at him. ]
To quote you earlier, both. [ The roses bushes that line the greenery are vibrant and red, and the butterflies that flit between them are luminescent. ] I thought you'd enjoy the adventure of being lost together with a stranger. Unless I read you wrong?
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[ The words are said with a grin as he bends over her hand, still clutched in his own. His lips whisper a trail of kisses against the back of her knuckles before he straightens again, stepping closer to press in behind her. ]
And you read me right, no worries there. In fact, I cannot think of a single thing I desire more right now. At least, in this particular stranger’s case.
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I'm going to out on a wing then [ Her wings stretch outwards between them without actually creating space due to their magical nature - but it's too good a pun to resist. ] and assume that you enjoy the chase and mystery. I wouldn't want to take that away from you. You'll just have to wait and see.
[ With him pressed close to her back, she can feel the warmth emanating from their body and it feels familiar to her in her bones. But she doesn't want to dwell longer about what that could mean - the sight before her is far too enchanting not to take a moment to admire it. The long corridor of roses, foliage, bobbing lights and butterflies before them is a sight to behold, even if it's shared with a masked somebody.
Part of her relaxes into him, lapsing into silence momentarily before amusedly asking, ]
Do you make it a habit to go on adventures with complete strangers?
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[ He gives a quiet hum, smile in his voice as his arms snake about her waist, pulling her back snug against his chest. His head bends, lips brushing against the curve of her ear as he counters her question with one of his own. ]
Would you think less of me? Especially since you’re not wrong. I do, at times, very much enjoy the chase.
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Her arms go to wrap around his in turn, but not before lightly dancing her claws across his hands. ]
Not at all. It would be hypocritical of me because I enjoy the chase too.
[ And that is true even without her masked persona present. The chase and all that it entailed was fun, so long as everyone else was having fun too — but it had felt like ages since she'd really done that in earnest. Not since, well... She brushes the thought away before it can go too far.
A butterfly floats towards them, and Hilda offers up a clawed hand. Remarkably it lands on her finger, perching there with its wings flapping lazily. ]
What do you usually do if you've caught your prey?
[ The 'if' is purposeful, teasing. Like an unspoken challenge. ]
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Considering you seem pretty caught at the moment, perhaps I should show you instead.
[ There’s no room for ‘if’ left in those words, even as his lips trail down the line of her throat, kisses blazing a hot trail against soft skin. He adds the faintest scrape of teeth in response to the earlier bite of her nails. Two can play that game. ]
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It's a partially successful attempt. A sharp intake of breath swallows her sigh causing the butterfly to take flight. Unexpectedly however, she catches the scent of woods layered underneath the roses around them. Her mind immediately jolts; it's not pine needles, that much she can be certain of, but it is something she's smelled before. Plenty of people smelled like the woods though. It didn't have to be Sylvain. And besides - even if it was, he was still avoiding her, wasn't he?
Disguising the whirl of questions in her mind as if she's thinking about his question, Hilda takes the moment to collect herself - even if that looks like purposefully rolling her hips against his and chiding him. ]
You're not holding me that tightly.
[ To prove her point she turns so that she's now facing him, encircled in his arms. It's punctuated by one of her hands rising up to trace lightly against the shape of his exposed cheek with a claw. Her golden eyes keep a steady watch on his. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd feel like you were encouraging me to keep running before we had anymore of that kind of fun.
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[ His voice is a thoughtful hum as he lets her turn in his arms until she’s facing him. His arms remain twined about her waist but one hand slides to trace along her spine.
He pulls back enough that he can gaze down into those golden eyes of hers, his own a similar hue as they gleam in the dim light of the garden maze. ]
How badly do you wish to be chased? And are you prepared for what’s in store when I do catch you?
[ His words hold a dark, teasing promise in them. And there is no ‘if’ about it. ]
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Beneath her mask an indulgent smile curves onto her lips that reaches her eyes. Truthfully she hates running; it takes far too much effort not to mention the inevitable sweat that came with it. But she isn't playing herself tonight. And if the running was for fun then... ]
You mean you can't tell?
[ Her eyebrow raises, as her hands slowly slip away from his neck with an answer to both of his questions. She captures his chin between two clawed fingers examining him with a curious tilt of her head from side to side before trailing back down his arm. Reaching behind her, she catches his hands in hers, pulling them apart with a gentle force. ]
I thought those keen fox eyes of yours would be able to.
[ When she's made just enough room, she floats through his hands, allowing them to trail against the shape of her waist. Even as she continues to back up, her gaze doesn't waver from his. There's the clear sound of a smile in her voice, wings flaring out behind her for effect. ]
If you want your answer you'll just have to catch me to find out.
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[ There's a sly knowing in his gaze as he watches her back away, clearly rising to the challenge she offers with eager anticipation. He takes a step closer to her, challenging in his own way. Daring her to turn and run like she'd threatened. ]
Because I have no intention of letting you escape my grasp tonight.
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[ Her steps backwards are practically skips, the fabric of her jumpsuit flowing around her giving the appearance like she's floating. With her hands clasped behind her back, she looks very much like herself to anyone who knows her well enough but that thought is the farthest thing from her mind as she continues to back up, holding his gaze with smiling eyes that shine in the light.
She'd blow him a kiss, but even that felt too on the nose for her. Instead, she holds her gaze as long as possible until she whirls around at the last moment in a whirlwind of black and gold. Taking off down the path, her wings angle themselves, not unlike how a wyvern's would when they're speeding off. Mentally (and despite herself), she knows she's at a disadvantage thanks to his long legs but her slight form has always made her more difficult to catch.
Not that she intended to escape his grasp. But she wasn't going to make it easy for him now, was she?
The maze twists and turns, but it's all down one continuous path. When she comes to a fork in the road she peers just over her shoulder spotting him; and while she doesn't stop, she doesn't jolts to the right until the very last minute calling - ]
Don't tell me you're going easy on me.
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Only enough to give you a head start. That’s only fair in a hunt, is it not?
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[ The modulator doesn't mask her amusement as she begins to dart down this other winding path. Small glowing lights bob low overhead but they pose more of an obstacle for him as she simply brushes just underneath them. They make the gold in her skeletal bones wings glow. Somewhere off in the distance, perhaps several hedges over, she can hear other voices and the laughter of others also trying to find their way out of the maze. ]
That seems new to me. Or maybe I've just had the fortune of meeting a kind hunter.
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No, he fully intends to keep her to himself for a while longer. ]
I’m not sure ‘kind’ is the right word here. But perhaps I want it to be a challenge in truth.
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I'm sorry, dear Lief. [ There's laughter in her voice despite none actually leaving her mouth. ] Is there a better word I should be using?
[ The path he chooses for them seems to stretch impossibly far but it does the job. The voices she'd heard grow fainter and fainter until they're simply background noise. Her voice seems to bounce off the edges and the topiary around them depicting creatures of the feywild. ]
And if it isn't a challenge - will you be disappointed?
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His grin just grows as he pursues her, but his gaze grows darker with intent, with anticipation. Finally, he sees an opportunity and takes it - a series of sharp turns before opening into a small open space in the maze, where a small marble gazebo sits nestled among the roses. As she hits the opening, he puts on a burst of speed once more, this time with intent, and swoops in to wrap arms around her waist, dragging her abruptly back against his solid chest.
His lips once more find the curve of her ear, a sharp grin in his voice. ]
I doubt you could ever leave me disappointed.
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Hilda darts up the low steps to the gazebo when strong arms wrap around her pulling her close. His touch feels electric around her - but maybe that has more to do with the built up anticipation that is still cresting. Already catching her breath from running, her laugh takes on a similar, airy quality. Leaning into him to steady herself, her hands go to grasp his arms. ]
That's a high expectation.
[ For once saying that doesn't fill her with as much dread as it might normally. Maybe it's because there's masks hiding their identities so there's less weight that comes with it. Or perhaps she already decided during the chase that all she wants this evening is to forget, have fun, and fall back into old habits she hadn't partaken in a long time now. ]
Hopefully I don't disappoint then.
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[ His voice is still a hum of dark pleasure as he lets his teeth scrape lightly down the line of her throat for a moment before he spins her in his arms. With her facing him now, he backs them up the last several steps until he can pin her back against one of the gazebo’s thick marble pillars. Looming over her, he cages her in with his body, even as he lets his fingertips trail up her throat and along the mask that keeps the lower half of her face hidden from him. ]
Although this may be an inconvenience. Will you allow me to adjust your mask, my lady? I promise, I will keep your identity concealed. I’d hate to spoil our air of mystery now, after all.
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She knew that the mask wouldn't be so practical for things like eating and drinking but it was a small sacrifice she had been willing to make. Kissing however isn't something she had accounted for when she had donned it that evening. ]
Don't ruin it.[ She says by way of acquiescing to his request, the sound of a smile in her voice. ] I worked hard on it.
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[ He waits until she does so, before he casts the temporary spell to alter it’s shape. Instead of the ornate mask that hid half her face from him, he shifts it into a thick fabric that swirled with intricate patterns, almost like lace. But it wasn’t at all sheer - it was soft, however, like silk against her skin as he slides it upwards.
The full features of her face are never revealed in the process, but instead of covering the lower half of her face, he slides the swathe of fabric upwards as a temporary blindfold instead, refastening it in place and making sure it’s tight enough to remain where he placed it. It covers her eyes, her brow, resting atop her cheeks and the bridge of her nose now.
Once he has it in place where he wants it, he lets his fingers slide free, and then downwards to trace the fullness of her parted lips, a whisper-light caress against soft, lush skin. ]
Beautiful.
[ The word is quiet, murmured against the curve of her ear once more as he keeps her pinned there, blindfolded now and forced to rely on senses other than sight to track what he does to her. He knows it will make everything more intense as a result, and he smiles against her cheek, letting her feel it. ]
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Hilda isn't certain what to expect but when she feels the weight from her jaw lighten, followed by the smooth coolness of fabric slip from her lips, to her nose, to her eyes. A spark alights in her belly as a small exhale escapes her lips. Once her mask-turned-blindfold is in place, her eyes flutter open only to be met with with the opaque fabric that only betrayed his bare outline. Without the mask to hide her lower half, it reveals to him pretty pink lips curved into a smug smile and flushed cheeks from running. Feeling the brush of his fingers against her lips she presses a soft kiss to them before a quick nip; a small reward for catching his prize and for the compliment.
With her mask transformed, it also means that the voice modulator is gone too, leaving nothing to disguise her voice either. Being self conscious about it now won't help so she leans into it instead. Using his arms as a guide, she follows the shape of them upwards before draping her arms around his neck. Her clawed fingers tangle in his hair. ]
Have you practiced that trick before? Or was that just for the masquerade?
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[ His voice remains low and husky as he slides his fingers back along her jaw, tipping her face back and giving him the perfect angle to dip his head and kiss her. It’s slow and deliberate, tiny nipped kisses along the line of her lips. It’s a chaste start, but that fades quickly when a moment later he claims her lips in truth.
And then it’s everything their hunt had promised. Hungry and sharp and impatient. There’s a demand behind the way his lips crash against hers, claiming all he can. All she will allow.
And still challenging her to meet him in the middle. To give him even more. ]
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Either he's a mind reader or the chasteness had been a ploy of some sort. A thrill rushes through her again as he pursues her in earnest practically tasting the challenge like a thrum in the air around them. Responding in kind, she fists the hair at the nape of his neck in an effort to bring him closer to her, to close whatever space is left between them. Deepening the kiss, she allows herself to indulge in his taste and the smell of him. She pulls away for but a moment, tugging roughly on his lower lip with her teeth. ]
Just for me? Aren't I special?
[ She maps the curves of his face with her lips before finding his jaw. More kisses are peppered along his jaw line as she offers her own breathless words between kisses and another challenge. ]
What other tricks do you have just for me?
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[ The words are surprisingly earnest, despite the husky tone that murmurs them against her kiss-reddened lips when he finally pulls back enough to answer her. Her fingers grip in his hair and he relishes the sharp tug and pull of it, the edge that hold balances, between pain and pleasure. Something she already seems to straddle with ease, as her teeth nip sharply at his lips.
He presses her more firmly back against the cool marble of the pillar at her back and let his fingers slide in to trace along the piece of golden jewelry that frames her ribcage beneath the dark material of her outfit. He’s not surprised to find it’s the only thing she wears beneath the ornate jacket, but it means his fingers are free to explore and tease heated flesh as he traces along the line of gilded bone and finds one of her breasts.
Fingers tweak and tease the hidden nub he finds there, tormenting sensitive nerves with a clever touch, mixing the sharpness of his touch with another long kiss to offset it. Contrast it. Assaulting her awareness with a mix of sensations intent on leaving her breathless for him. Playing her body with an easy skill, even as he memorizes any and all reactions he gets from her in response. Learning her likes, seeking the sweet little noises he knows he can wring from her lips. ]
You’ll have to wait and see. Or not. [ He chuckles at the play on words, tearing his lips from hers finally. But only to kiss his way back her jaw and then down the slender line of her throat. He nudges her head back further, out of his way, and then sets to sucking and worrying redness into the skin beneath his mouth. Leaving his mark on her pale flesh, even as his fingers continue to tease and fondle against her breast, working her nipple to a sensitive peak. ]
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What is easy to focus on is the blazing hot touch of Lief's fingers against her skin. There's a surprising deftness to them despite the obvious obstacle that is her golden ribcage. Its interlocking mechanisms along the back of the spine are invisible unless you knew where to press. It's not practical for a tryst in the maze - but then again, she hadn't exactly been planning for this to happen.
Without her sight she's acutely aware of every brush and scrape against her skin. She's at his mercy; every time she goes in to deepen the kiss he darts away, teasing her mercilessly making the heat rise to her cheeks. A groan of annoyance that is more growl of impatience pulls from her lips at his awful joke and how she can't seem to find any purchase on him. ]
Are awful jokes one of them?
[ Even that doesn't seem to have as much heat as she'd like with it because it leaves her body with a shudder as he makes his way down her throat. Her back arches into him as he continues to tug and play with her nipples and a soft moan escapes her lips. At the same time her hands tug at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons so her hands can roam the expanse of his chest. ]
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[ He chuckles the words into her skin, letting her feel his smile once more. He feels her hands start to go for his buttons and he doesn’t stop her. But he does start kissing his way down the warm skin exposed where her jacket parts, the dip in it deep and taunting him. He doesn’t bother trying to remove the gilded ribcage - he can work around it easily enough and he suspects the tightness of it as they proceed will add an extra dimension to the sensations he provides.
His mouth finds her other breast and he laves it with attention even as his hand continues to tease and fondle the other one. Lips and teeth and tongue worry the second nipple into a hard peak, relishing the way she arches into the touches. The sounds that escape her, breathy and strained. There’s a flush spreading along her flesh and he doesn’t let up. Lets it build the anticipation instead. ]
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A bonus is [ Her words are punctuated by a gasp as a wet warmth encompasses her breast. As if his tongue isn't enough, the tug of her nipple with his teeth lengthens her pause with a moan. The last part of her sentence is pushed out with a gasping breath. ] one word for it.
[ She wants more. The thought crashes through her mind like thunder as she hurriedly continues with her quest to rid him of his shirt. Even she knows that that isn't enough to satisfy her but the need to keep some sense of control rears. The next tug at her breast has her stifling the 'More' that threatens to break past her swollen lips. What does make it past however is a whine as she drags her claws lightly down his chest. ]
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And then he sinks down to one knee in front of her, his mouth trailing away from her breast and trailing sucking and nipped kisses down her torso, over her navel, down to where the dark fabric of her pants starts, cutting off his exploration. For the time being.
His grip on the curve of her ass tightens for a moment as he peers up the length of her body with golden eyes that gleam in the dim light of the garden. When he speaks, his voice is low and hungry, echoing the look in his eyes. ]
How much 'more' do you want? Will you let me taste you?
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The low rumble of his voice asking his questions elicits a heady sigh that is quickly cut short by biting her bottom lip. Apparently there had been no point in hiding her desires because he had heard her.
Even if he hadn't heard it however, there's a desperation in her body language, wanting so badly to see him kneeled at her feet and desperately for his tongue against her heat. Unfortunately because of how well he had tired her blindfold, the only thing she can see as she peers down is the bridge of her nose. She offers him a short nod before letting out a breathless laugh as she tugs lightly on his hair. ]
You'll have to come back up here to help me take my jumpsuit off if you want to do that though. [ Her lips curl slightly. ] I promise it'll be worth it. Even I have to admit that I love what's on underneath it.
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[ There’s a smile in his voice, dark with promise, as he pushes himself upright once more. He misses the loss of her fingers in his hair at the movement - she hadn’t been wrong in guessing how much he’d enjoyed that sensation, claws included.
But at least this way, he can capture her lips once more in a deep, hungry kiss, even as his fingers move to slide the jacket of her outfit off her shoulders, easing it down her arms until it pools at her waist, leaving her only in the gilded jewelry wrapped about her ribs. He takes a moment to play again, fingers teasing and tweaking against her nipples not that they’re exposed to the warm night air, before he goes back to what he’d started, loosening the lower half of her jumpsuit so he can let it slide down over her hips and legs to pool about her ankles. Keeps her distracted with his mouth on hers and his hands stroking along warm flesh all the while. ]
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As her jumpsuit falls to the floor, it leaves her in nothing more than her golden ribcage and the lingerie she had alluded to. It's not common for her to treat her clothes like this, but here it will only act as a hindrance. She steps out of it, heels kicking the fabric aside for her to deal with later. Desperate to keep contact with him, she trailing frantic kisses down his jaw. Murmured between heated kisses she asks - ]
You'll have to tell me if you like it since I can't see your face.
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And here I didn't think you could possibly get more beautiful.
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How you can you be sure it's not all just a part of the masquerade this evening?
[ Her hands linger there a moment before applying pressure to his shoulders, urging him down. ]
For all you know, this could be a facade.
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It could be. But I don't believe it is.
[ He doesn't give her much time to come back with another smirking retort, because as he kisses his way across soft, flushed skin, he lets one hand trail fingers inward and down, slipping between her lace-clad legs to press up against more of the same. He's not surprised to find her already hot and wet, even through the fabric separating him from her skin. His touch teases there, stroking slowly between her legs to trace against sensitive skin. ]
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Idly she wonders how long it's been since someone has touched her like this. Does all of her sensitivity and yearning have to do with the lack of tactile touch that she's so used to having? Does it have to do with the anticipation leading up to this moment in the maze with a stranger? Or is there something else at play here that she can't quite put her finger on because her senses are clouded with fey wine, Lief's scent, and the roses around them?
Another stroke sends the thoughts fleeing from her mind as her eyes open again to see darkness. She squirms in his hold, fingers tightening, lips parting in a gasp as she struggles to ground herself long enough to form words into sentences. ]
And what makes you think that exactly?
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[ There’s a grin in his voice as he watches her reactions, his fingers playing against sensitivity with deliberate slowness. Relishing each little breathy gasp, each shivering little shudder. He’d known she would be beautiful like this, but she’s even more breathtaking than he imagined. ]
You might want to hold on, my lady.
[ There’s impish mischief in his voice as he gives her that warning, but his tone is all husky desire. He only gives her a moment to comply before his hands slide up the inside of one of her lace-clad thighs. Lifting her leg, he props it over one of his shoulders, letting it rest against the softness of the fox fur pelt he still wears, brushing against her pale skin. To keep her from being unbalanced, he keeps her pressed back against the marble column, but she’s spread open for him now and he takes advantage of it.
Fingers tug the soaked lace out of his way only a moment before his mouth fastens against sensitive flesh, lips and tongue tormenting here with the same skill he’d employed when playing with her breasts. Or perhaps even more. He’s not interested in holding back right now. ]
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Their close run in with some faceless party goers means that she's well aware that there are others in the maze with them, but she can't bring herself to care. If they find two masked-ish strangers in a state of disarray then so be it. Hopefully the fey wouldn't take offence. All she can focus on is how her body feels like it could melt at at any moment with the way his tongue deftly works her clit. Her leg tightens around his neck, back arching, desperate to smother him between her thighs, to have more of his mouth on her.
Another whine rips from her lips, mildly incensed that the pretty lingerie she had chosen tonight is acting more like a hindrance than ever intended. Because instead of his fingers inside of her, they're being kept busy holding back the delicate lace. Trusting that the grip of her leg will hold her up, she chances unwinding her arm from around the column. It snakes down towards the fabric, tugging it aside for him. The brush of her own fingers against her swollen folds wrings the smallest whimper from her - a testament to what he's doing to her. ]
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Her moans are encouragement enough to keep him going rather than delaying any further. And giving in to her unspoken request, he slides a pair of fingers up to trace over her entrance. Not pushing inside, not yet, he teases her with the anticipation of it. Circles her clit with a fingertip before his mouth takes its place once more. And it's only when he pointedly torments the sensitive nerves with his tongue that he slides the pair of digits into her. She's already so wet for him, there's barely any resistance, and he smiles against her as his fingers thrust shallowly, working his way deeper. ]
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The consolation prize of his mouth is barely enough to placate her. ]
Don't tease -
[ 'Me' is drawn out into a moan when his fingers finally slip inside her. The deliberate build up of how deep he thrusts his fingers sends another wave of euphoric pleasure rushing through her. Her fingers tug harder at the already straining fabric of her panties as she bucks up into his mouth. Too overrun with the thought of needing more, her other leg swings up and over his shoulder without warning, thighs clamping around his neck. It's a shocking feat of athleticism that she'd never admit to otherwise but it matters little to her in this moment as her back presses into the pillar to support herself. ]
More. [ Her breath stutters. ] Just like that.
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He hums, letting her feel the vibration of his voice against her, lips still curved in a smug sort of smile, even if it is completely buried against her now. He works her open, using his thumb against her clit to rub in time to the thrust of his fingers inside her now. Driving her higher still. ]
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Every languid swipe of his tongue threatens to undo her, as does the sound of how wet she is. It sounds obscene, especially mingled with her gasps and moans; surely someone would overhear them. But even if they did, she isn't sure they'd hear. And with the haze of pleasure she's in, none of that quite matters to her. It doesn't even matter that the fabric of her panties is soaked through and digging into her fingers as she strains to hold it back for him.
Pressure builds in the pit of her stomach like a silk chord pulling tighter and tighter. Hilda feels herself on the precipice of snapping, and as much as she wants to chase that feeling, as easily as she'd let it happen, she doesn't want this to end. Her thighs begin to shake on either side of him, but it has less to do with trying to steady herself and everything to do with trying to stave off her release. It's losing battle however when his tongue is lavishing her, his fingers are knuckle-deep inside her, and the feeling of her golden ribcage digging into her back encases her in pleasure from all sides. ]
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[ The words are murmured against her heated flesh as he works her deeper, and then eases a third finger inside her stretching her further still around the digits. He thrusts deep, how mouth returning to torment against her clit, feeling the way her legs shook where they rested over his shoulders. It had him doubling down with intent, fully meaning for her to topple over that edge. Wanting to feel her fall apart against his tongue, around his fingers. ]
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In reality, it's probably all of the above that finally snaps the taunt chord and in hindsight it won't really matter because her mind goes blank. Pleasure overcomes her as Hilda lets out a shameless cry, thighs pressing tight around him. Her hands fist his red locks keeping his head in place as she rides out her orgasm against his tongue, his lips, his fingers needing more of him. ]
Gods - Lief -
[ His name leaves her lips in breathless praise. ]
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He works her through her orgasm, movements slower and drawn out now. To soothe, rather than arouse, even if he drags out those delicious aftershocks for as long as he possibly can. Finally, he eases back, lips trailing kisses along her inner thigh as he peers up at her, still blindfolded and almost naked.
For once, he wishes they didn’t have a party to get back to. Masks to wear. He’d much rather take her back somewhere quiet and private and continue to memorize every beautiful inch of her. But he doubted that was going to be in the cards for him.
So instead, he eases her legs back down from around his shoulders, even as he keeps his hands on her hips, steadying her until she finds her balance once more. If he hadn’t left her weak-kneed, he clearly hadn’t done a good enough job. ]
Beautiful.
[ He murmurs the word against her stomach as he leans in and lets his lips rest there for one more kiss, just inside her hip. ]
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It's only when she's confident she won't simply melt into the ground she tugs him up, fingers ghosting against the hollow of his neck and his jaw. It feels familiar, like there's an image of a person forming in her mind and just on the tip of her tongue but she can't place it. The Fey wine may not have the same memory erasing effects of the pearls, but it makes it hard to conjure the image in full clarity. But maybe that's for the best, she thinks as she finally bends down to press a still heated kiss to his lips tasting her own arousal on his tongue. Murmured against his lips she asks - ]
Any chance I could return the favour?
[ It's unlike her considering it's a perfect stranger, but she's feeling generous this evening. ]
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Before he can answer one way or another, however, there’s the sound of laughter and voices somewhere nearby and he tenses slightly, his head coming up to focus on the sound. He shifts, sheltering her with his own body as he listens, but the sound of voices are now definitely moving towards them once more.
Cursing softly under his breath, he bends to steal one more fleeting kiss. ]
I think our time for that might be up tonight, Gorgeous. But we can save it for next time, hmm?
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While she can't see the source of the voices, she comes to the same conclusion that he does. Before he can pull away full she cups his hands pulling him close for one last kiss. Before she can stoop down to retrieve her jumpsuit, she motions to her blindfold, silently asking him to turn it back into her mask. ]
Next time? [ The sound of laughter undertones her question. ] How am I going to find you though?
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[ His smirk is audible in his voice as he slides his hands up to brush against her blindfold. He leans in, lips murmuring his words against her ear. ]
Close your eyes for me.
[ He’s going to assume she does, since that will give him ample opportunity to make sure his own disguise is still firmly in place before he transforms hers back to what it should be. ]
Until next time, Beautiful.
[ There’s a brush of cool air as her blindfold finishes returning to the mask it had once been, but by the time her eyes are free and she can see her surroundings once more… he’s already gone.
Better to leave a little sense of mystery, he thinks. That and he’s not so sure how long he could keep up his disguise in the aftermath of everything else. Hopefully she’ll forgive him for leaving her to navigate her way out of the maze once more on her own. ]
Wintertide on the Arcanis
When she squirms in his grip, he gives her ass a playful smack with one broad hand, smirking as he does so. ]
If you don't want me to accidentally damage this dress of yours, I'd hold still if I were you.
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The jewelery and charms in her hair jingle as she wriggles over his shoulder laughing both out of embarrassment and joy. That comes to an abrupt end when there's a sharp smack to her ass and Claude is treated to the full view of her face flushing a deeper shade of pink as her eyes widen. A split second later her face breaks out into an incredulous expression as she twists her head in an attempt to see Sylvain. ]
Sylvain, you wouldn't! I told you how long it took me to stone this.
[ His warning seems somewhat effective. Somewhat. In the next breath she's turning back towards Claude eyes going wide and pleading. ]
Claude, help! Sylvain is being mean.
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Help, you say?
[ In a tone which makes it immediately apparent, not that the other two haven't already guessed this, that Claude's about to offer no such help whatsoever. Will that stop him from stepping forward with the supposed guise of it anyway? Absolutely not and same for reaching out a hand - only to run those half-frozen (to Claude) fingers lightly and teasingly down her face, along her neck and down to a collarbone and further. That fun can be shared since his other equally cold hand gets slipped beneath the back of Sylvain's waistband, just for good measure. ]
How about that for a start?
[ There's as much innocence as he can manage in there, which is to say: none. ]
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Sylvain gives a quiet hiss as those cold fingers slip down the back of his pants but fortunately he’s got a good enough grip on Hilda that nothing too terrible happens in the process
Still, he has to laugh, because he’s pretty sure Hilda’s about to be a lot more mad at Claude than she is at him. That worked out well for him, didn’t it? ]
And I see Claude continues to be the least helpful person ever. And you called me mean?!
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You're both mean!
[ The squeal turns to a whine of annoyance as she immediately reaches out to try and swipe at Claude. She tips forward over Sylvain's shoulder, the scrape of the beading of her dress against Sylvain's skin probably not the most pleasant feeling - but she's been betrayed twice and in the same breath no less! The comfort of her would-be captor is the last thing on her mind. Her swipe doesn't connect with Claude's body - but she does manage to grab a fistful of his cloak drawing him closer to them. ]
I thought you'd be on my side. It's not my fault you gave me your gloves.
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Hey, who says I'm not on your side? I totally am!
[ Using the momentum of the pull Claude steps forward with a grin to steal a kiss from her. A short one, both on account of them still being walking and with the possibility of being off-balance at any second thanks to the ship's motions and colliding teeth doesn't sound entirely appealing. There's a better use for teeth potentially in their near future.
As if the seas read his mind, the boat crests a wave just enough to give the hallway a bit of an incline right as he pulls back. Any collisions are avoided, though Claude also shamelessly slips one hand lower to grasp Sylvain's ass through with pants in the way. Everyone gets spared cold hands for now though the grin on his face only Hilda can see says that might change at any moment. ]
Thank goodness Sylvain's here to keep us both upright, though he might end up regretting that if we are on the same side.
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Oh, I always regret that. There's nothing more dangerous than you two teaming up over something. I learned that all the way back at the Academy, thanks. And I wasn't likely to forget.
[ Reaching to door to their cabin, he fidgets in his pocket for their key before unlocking the door and carrying Hilda inside. It's a little cramped, but the bed is large enough that all three of them can fit if they snuggle - which had been his intention with this reservation in the first place. It makes the room snug and cozy - which he figures can only help with the two hothouse orchids he's keeping company with.
Careful not to damage Hilda's very precious - and uncomfortable - dress, he slides her down his shoulder so he can set her on her feet once more. Bending in, he drops a kiss on the tip of her nose with an impish grin. ]
Of course, if you both want to prove that it's not always gonna cause regrets, I can't say I'd mind that, either.
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I don't think you have to rush to conclusions or brace yourself. Claude said if we were on the same side. [ Pointedly she peers around Sylvain to give Claude with that same look of mock betrayal. ] And besides, how do I know that you're both not going to team up on me?
[ A heaving little sigh flutters from her lips as she reaches out to shift places with Sylvain so that the back of his legs are up against the end of the bed. One hand is firmly on Sylvain's chest to help steady her as she begins to remove her heels one at a time. ]
But I guess if you've felt that way all this time we could find a way to reassure you.
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I can't decide what I'm more offended by! That Hilda's going to just leave me out in the cold, fortunately the purely metaphorical kind this time after being out in the real thing, or that you'd ever regret us, Sylvain.
[ It's not what Sylvain said, not even a little bit, but he's going to run with it in yet another routine the two of them are long familiar with. Not doing so would mean passing up a chance for mischief, and who wants that? Not Claude!
That's exactly why he immediately makes his way to stand behind the other man in order to run still chilly fingertips along the inside of Sylvain's collar, and that the 'shirt' beneath is jewelry works out for touching plenty of skin as he goes when the next move is sliding his hands inside the jacket properly to run them slowly down Sylvain's chest. ]
Maybe we should go for both regrets and reassurances. I can think of a few fun combinations there.
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And I'm pretty sure I have informed you [ this to Claude this time, pointedly playful, until he pauses to hiss at the press of cold fingers again. Rude. ] on multiple occasions of precisely that. [ None of them had been truthful, of course, but he'd certainly complained about it. Mostly when Claude was being an unbearable tease. ]
I feel like I should be more worried that you apparently took that as inspiration. Maybe we should go back to teaming up on Hilda.
[ And he'll abruptly clasp Hilda about the waist and spin, lifting her at the same time, only to deposit her safely tucked between them now. ]
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String two words together? What is that supposed to mean? Because I know you aren't talking about right now.
[ The challenge in her tone is evident, as if daring either of them to prove her wrong. She has been known to multitask however and who says that she can't egg both of them on while removing her heel and keeping her gaze locked on the way that Sylvain's skin pebbles at Claude's cool touch? The jewels on his shirt sparkle in the dim light of the cabin in a way that she can't help but admire. Her admiration is cut short however - and just in time too as her other heel comes off and she finds herself wedged between them.
Without her heels the height difference between them is emphasized. Her eyes trail up from Sylvain's chest to his face all too aware of Claude's presence at her back. The realization that she had been in a similar position several nights before flashes through her mind and a faint shiver runs up her spine. The moment she's thinking of hadn't been the first, but it had started out in a similar fashion - them playfully joking around in the kitchen before she eventually found herself wedged between them. At the time it had reminded her of that night at the inn in Aquila before they had started down this path. It had been too much for her at the time and she had wormed her way out of there before anything more could happen. In that sense, Sylvain's words about her being tongue-tied is true. She is the one that needed more reassurance out of the two of them. At least when it came to this.
The difference between now and then? She feels braver. Casting a glance over her shoulder towards Claude - a silent signal that had passed between them so many times before - her fingers easily find the waistband of Sylvain's pants. Fingers trail along his waistband, fingernails skirting along his warm skin. ]
We can't help you come to a decision if you're both teaming up on me. So I think Claude and I will have to work together on this one to help you come to a conclusion.
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And like he has on many a night before this one even though it's not been for some time, Claude bends down the distance to murmur into Hilda's ear. Of course and unlike those other times, tonight comes with holding Sylvain's gaze with a smirk while he does so. ]
Careful what you wish for, Hilda. You know both of us love nothing more than a good dare if you're going to mention it's not happening right now when it could be.
[ But - that'd be too predictable, in some ways, even if Claude knows well enough it's equally so that he's taking this and running with it. That statement comes with placing his now mostly warmed hands (courtesy of teasing Sylvain) on Hilda's hips for the first part of it. He doesn't linger there long, instead drawing fingertips up her sides with just enough touch to make it be felt and especially so in the small gaps in the dress where skin's present.
Only to leave one hand behind back at her waist with a couple fingertips hooked into the beading to reach out with his other to also hook them through Sylvain's shirt when it so conveniently allows for the same to make it (slightly) more difficult to move away without risking either garment, and all the better to keep Sylvain where they want him for the moment pending some decisions. ]
I think a little test of Sylvain's patience might in order to help him find that conclusion, don't you? Maybe he'd enjoy a little show first.
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[ The retort is uttered with a smirk as he shivers slightly at the slide of Hilda’s fingers at his waist. The faint edge of her nails adding sensation to the caress, even before Claude’s fingers tangle in the mesh of his shirt and tug him closer.
He doesn’t pull away - mostly because he knows there will be hell to pay of he breaks any of Hilda’s hard work, but also because watching their exchanges like this is always a fascinating moment. How they can have entire conversations without saying a word. It made him marvel every time he witnessed it. Which was happening more and more often of late - either to his benefit or detriment, he was discovering. ]
Then again, I never object to a good show.
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But maybe this time she's willing to try her hand at it just to sate her burgeoning curiosity of what it would look like to see Sylvain's patience tested.
Hilda can't pinpoint the cause of the spark of warmth down her spine. If it's that fleeting thought, the feeling of Claude's breath warm against the shell of her ear, or the way his fingers settle between the gaps of her dress before settling against her back. She hums. ]
That feels like a lot of pressure.
[ Her gaze moves back towards Sylvain, as she gently grasps Claude's chin to bring his lips to hers. The kiss lingers before she pulls away, tugging lightly on his lips and releasing her grasp. ]
I guess we'll have to try our best then, huh? We should probably get Sylvain comfortable first though, don't you think?
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[ The latter for Hilda's benefit if she's not seen them, that is, and ones Claude's all too happy to assist in drawing out through any number of ways they've played with. He's not missed the look in the other man's eyes as they keep him right where they want him.
What comes next will have to be a mystery as Hilda turns his head and he follows the instruction obediently to meet her with a kiss he doesn't hesitate to put clear desire into. Even with his intent to let her lead, let her set a pace if it's what she wants, having her pressed against him like this leaves no room for anything else as a hum leaves him when she ends the kiss with an instruction.
A glance to the side shows there's a few options for seating with a few armchairs and an upholstered bench, all of which have possibilities, but there's always the bed when there's the inevitability of ending up there at some point tonight. In what capacity's to be determined and in the spirit of testing, Claude hums as lets go of Sylvain's shirt and moves his fingertips upwards along Hilda's shoulder blades and then forward slowly, this time sliding them beneath the netting and searching out skin to start to cup her breasts as much as the construction allows until it gets in the way entirely in a small tease meant for all of them. ]
He can wait a little - right, Sylvain? He loves anticipation, believe me. [ The tone's innocent enough, but Claude certainly means it in no such way as he leans down to drop one kiss after another along Hilda's nearest shoulder in a slow trail. ] Maybe he can get comfortable by finding somewhere to sit first.
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He was having no regrets over this at all. ]
Why don't you let me worry about how comfortable I am and you two keep doing that?
[ There's a note of laughter in his voice but his tone has definitely turned husky as he backs up a step and moves to sink down on the trunk at the end of the bed, which still gives him a perfect view of them where they currently stand. Or if they choose to move to the bed for that matter.
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When she feels Claude's hands snaking beneath the fabric of her dress, she has half a mind to scold him to remind him for the umpteenth time to be careful. Instead, the brush of skin against her nipples leaves her feeling a little breathless in spite of herself and the subsequent complaint flies from her mind.
She can feel the way her cheeks are flush from the attention from both Claude's wandering hands and lips and Sylvain's amber gaze affixed on the pair of them.The last thing she knows she should do is overthink this. She'd been with Claude so many times before. And yet it's different because they haven't so much as kissed since their fight and they certainly haven't done more than that with Sylvain present.
Her head tilts, allowing more room for Claude to continue his journey across her skin as her arm drapes languidly around his neck. ]
If Sylvain's getting comfortable, it's only fair we do too, right? Why don't you start with my dress, Claude?
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Hands to yourself until it's time, Gautier. You know the rules.
[ There are no rules, but since it entertains Claude to bring up one he'd once given Sylvain and feels doubly appropriate here what with enjoying the show as much as that rapt attention implies. It ties in nicely even more so to testing patience and making sure they feed into that look in the other man's eye. One he certainly feels himself as he withdraws his hands with as much and as long of a teasing touch as can be managed.
It'll have to do for now since Claude undoes the dress's closure next, careful to open it all the way to make it all the easier as he slides the dress carefully from Hilda's shoulders. Or starts to before deciding to lean forward to kiss her again as he does so, and there's no pretense about undressing her all the way by letting the fabric slowly pool in ripples down to the floor on the reveal. He's quick to replace the dress with his hands as he breaks the kiss in time with bringing his hands to her breasts again to lightly tease her nipples again between his fingertips before trailing one down towards her ribcage - or farther still if not stopped or redirected. ]
Better?
[ A question aimed everywhere and nowhere in particular, so long as the answers are yes. ]
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[ Knowing it’s the exact opposite of what Claude meant with that order, he very deliberately leans back on one hand, spreads his legs, and lets his other hand start unbuttoning his pants.
But his eyes never leave the show they’re giving him. Watching the movement of Claude’s hand over Hilda’s dress, the way her body responds to it - because yeah that dress leaves very little to the imagination and he can see the way her nipples are puckering from here.
And then the fabric is slipping down the lithe lines of her body to pool at her feet and he realizes she really did have nothing on beneath it. His breath hitches with a soft curse as he watches Claude cup her breasts now, playing, and lets his eyes rake over every exposed inch of her with a hungry gaze. ]
Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Hilda.
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But it's not the cold that leaves her skin pebbling. Claude's earlier teasing had already peaked her nipples into pert points and his hand trailing down the length of her body are the cause. One particular twist of her nipple causes her back to arch slightly as another pleased noise slips from parted lips. She makes no move to stop Claude, enjoying the feeling of his roaming hand and all too enraptured by the sight of Sylvain. Biting her bottom lip doesn't diminish the fact that there now sits a mischievous smirk there that probably mirrors the one on Claude's face. ]
I could say the same about you.
[ Before Claude's hand brushes against the top of her thighs she turns, unclasping the cloak from around his neck and letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor. Her hands make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, kissing and sucking along his chest until that's pushed to the floor too. She moves south, lips cresting the top of his pants before her eyes flick up dangerously towards him. ]
And you too, of course.
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Claude might have even said as much if it wasn't for Hilda turning in his grasp and that demanding his focus both to make sure he trails his hands over her as much as those pleased pebbles on her skin demand. What Sylvain's said is true - she's gorgeous, and there's a limit to how touch alone can express that even as he tries to put unspoken ones into each pass of his fingers. Maybe it'd make the task of undressing him easier if he'd hold still while her hands work, but the cloak hardly demands it as he brings his hands to rest on her ass to cup it. But the window for that is all too brief as is when he leans in for a kiss and Hilda moves on to spend her own attention on him. It doesn't take long for his eyes to fall shut, his own teasing temporarily forgotten when each press of her lips sparks against his skin.
It's not until she speaks that he remembers to open his eyes and look down to where she waits, and that look from her ignites what was already smoldering in his veins. ]
You'd know I'd hate to be left out of that. [ It doesn't quite hit the right teasing note when there's no hiding how that affection he'd missed affected him in multiple ways as he reaches now to trace the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip in a silent invitation to not stop before his gaze goes to Sylvain for a moment and then back to meet Hilda's again. ] Though I think you and I can find more ways to get more compliments from Sylvain yet.
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[ He says it playfully, flippantly, but his eyes are still dark as he watches Hilda sink down on her knees before Claude, fingers loosening his clothes to strip away the fabric as she goes.
His own pants are unfastened though his cock is still tucked away beneath the fabric. His fingers skim lightly along the underside, the shape and length of him visible from how he reclines back on his elbows and watches the show the other two put on. It’s impossible to hide how much he’s enjoying it, and he wouldn’t have even bothered to try, in fact. He wants them to see. ]
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[ Hilda's tone matches Sylvain's - it's playful and light much like her fingers as they dance across the top of Claude's pants. Her fingernails drag lightly against the skin there before they pause at the button. Her mouth presses a warm kiss slow and sweet to his thumb, taking it in her mouth to swirl and suck it languidly. When she releases it she casts a fleeting glance over her shoulder towards Sylvain.
Hilda's eyes light up at the sight. There's no hiding the way her eyes trail the motion of his hand as he teases himself. It's not hard to conjure the images of their night in the Feywild maze and how it felt to have him touch her. Warmth breaks against her skin as an impish smile breaks across her lips. ]
We like complimenting you though, Sylvain. But... [ Her voice trails off as she turns back towards Claude, humming in thought. ] I guess you're right. There are other places to use mouths. Like here -
[ Her lips press against Claude's abdomen again to leave a mark of adoration against his skin. Before her lips decide on the next place her fingers make work of the button of his pants, slowly wriggling them down his legs. Her lips find the inside of his thighs, pressing kisses to both of them, using her teeth to drag lightly against sensitive skin. ]
Or here.
[ She gazes up, eyes brimming with feigned innocence, the question she poses to the pair of them. ]
Anywhere else?
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Or himself, since when Claude finally pauses to find what it is he wants to say, he's already followed Hilda's gaze to Sylvain's repose - or what would be if it wasn't for that very active interest in what might come that. Something they share, though as Hilda's lips and teeth skim across his thighs in an echo of something from so many nights and far too many nights since the last, and what results is a not at all subtle sharp inhale when each press of her mouth sends shivers radiating. It's the realization of the latter combined with desire serves to derail his thoughts for a solid few seconds as he holds her gaze with all of it apparent.
There's an answer - an obvious one, and one obvious for more reasons than one as he suddenly realizes his hand had slipped unbidden from her face back into her hair wherever his fingertips could find to rest in her hairstyle - and it rests on the tip of his tongue for a moment to teeter back and forth. It isn't hesitation keeping him from but something else in mind when he's quick to answer before Sylvain does, with any luck. ]
Those are a good start, but I bet we can think of some other ones. [ And with a smirk cut sideways to where Sylvain's seated, he'll hold the other man's gaze if he catches it for a second before looking back to Hilda next. ] Or we could take some mercy on Sylvain - for now - and let him choose and see about earning some praise.
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[ Sylvain’s tone is playfully smug, but that doesn’t change the fact that his intent gaze is dark and hungry as he watches them together. Licking bitten lips, he lets his fingers continue to tease over the outline of his own cock, not giving himself more than that for the moment. ]
Let me see what you can do with that clever tongue of yours, Hilda. Take him in your mouth. Make him moan. He makes such pretty noises when you get him desperate.
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I guess I could. It's been a while since I've heard them.
[ Spitting into her hand she begins to work him languidly, letting out a dainty little sigh. ]
I've forgotten what they sound like if I'm being honest.
[ And while that's a bold faced lie, she certainly hasn't forgotten how to try and coax those sounds from Claude. Eyes never leaving him she starts slow, her tongue teasing his slit only letting her mouth slip briefly around the head and tip before pulling back away. ]
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There's only so much he can play off when that hitch of his breath as her tongue lathes over him before her mouth was audible in the relative quiet of their room. Claude has to bite the inside of his cheek as undetectedly as possible when Hilda pulls back as a tactic they certainly share in common. He knows how this works, the way they tease each other and how that's not just in pairs but has expanded to all three of them now.
Something Claude certainly doesn't mind at all. It's all part of the thrill of knowing this could just as easily shift from putting Sylvain at the center of it to any one of them in the next moment - which is why he's also going to double down on what he can do here, always one to test what he can as he brings his hand forward to trace the pad of his thumb along Hilda's jaw again. ]
Sylvain has just as many and particularly loves being denied something. His favorite, actually.
[ As Claude's doing now in the flimsiest of ways, even if it's not giving Hilda what she wants either without a little more first. ]
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Oh, we all know that is a blatant lie. Then again, none of us are exactly the patient sort here.
[ Which makes for an interesting blend, since they all tend to be a bit of a tease as well. It also makes for an explosive combination in certain circumstances. One he’s looking forward to tonight. ]
Stop trying to distract from the fact that Hilda knows exactly what she’s doing and you know just how true that is. Maybe you’re the one we should be teasing and denying here, hmm?
[ His eyes, though, are locked on the movement of Hilda’s mouth. The dart of that tongue as she teases against the slit. He can practically see the way Claude hardens more at the stimulation. His own hand strokes along his length again, finally tugging himself out and purposefully wrapping his fingers around his cock as he teases himself in time to the movement of her mouth. As if he could imagine feeling her there, too. ]
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The brush of Claude's thumb against her jaw draws her from her thoughts momentarily as she leans into his touch. Movement from the corner of her eye draws her attention to Sylvain. Lips part a little wider to pull Claude slowly against her tongue, squeezing him just a little more with her hand as it moves in tandem with her mouth as she keeps eye contact with Sylvain. ]
Why am I not surprised you both have that in common?
[ This time she takes her time licking Claude's length from shaft to tip, coating it with her saliva before returning to only working him with her hands. ]
That isn't a bad idea, Sylvain. [ Her eyes flash up back towards Claude, tongue skipping across the head of him mischievously. ] Besides, doing anything beyond teasing is so much work. And it's been such a long day already.
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Sounds to me like Sylvain's asking for the two of us to team up on him even further.
[ Since - in the larger picture of things, this is rather light, isn't it? There's more they could do which certainly doesn't involve he himself being the object of teasing - though maybe that doesn't need to be voiced aloud with a particular stroke of Hilda's hand has his breath rather noticeably hitching in his throat and there's a shift of his hips to follow her hand to maximize the touch.
But. It's followed immediately by a smirk the two of them well know well as a sign that an idea's occurred to him. ]
But it has been a long day, hasn't it? I'd hate to tire you out even more before we've really gotten started. Let's fix that.
[ With the last words out of his mouth, Claude steps back out of her grasp to instead take her hands in his, first to pull her up to stand and then steps forward to move her back towards the bed unless someone has something else to add first. ]
— close your eyes for this
[ Claude says this as he breaks the latest kiss in a long line of many as they'd stumbled their way into bed on this particular night. Words had been forgotten for a little bit - an impressive feat for two men who enjoy using them to all kinds of advantages and upon each other all for the fun of seeing what might happen. What might not work, what absolutely will as it uncovers something else: all things Claude's stored away into forming this very idea he's dangling in front of Sylvain without much else context.
Or, well - there's some context given the state of half undress they're in when it'd been too much bother to get out of clothing first beyond fingers scrabbling over a button or a closure briefly in favor of urging Sylvain towards his waiting bed for once stripped of all books, papers, and anything else within it. Call it a slight bribe just like the leg he has between the other man's even as he has a hand inside his trousers to palm him, so it's with a smirk Claude withdraws his hand from teasing just to make sure there's no distractions.
As much as any such pause can last, anyway. ]
And that's only if you think you can handle it, that is.
[ A little bonus teasing of another kind to appeal to their respective competitive natures on top of everything else never hurts. ]
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But he flops back on the bed in a dramatic fashion, just because he can, lying there looking half-debauched already. That was probably on purpose. If you’re going to be a tease, he’s going to make you regret it. ]
Isn’t that supposed to be my line? I’m pretty sure I can handle anything you throw at me.
[ …Yes, that was definitely a challenge. ]
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So certain, aren't we. [ This time the words are murmured against Sylvain's lips with the expected smirk weaving through the tone instead. Rather than going back to teasing Sylvain with his hand or thigh, instead Claude reaches up to run fingers through red hair he's come to cherish before winding them into it for a light tug. ] That'll just this idea all the more fun for us both since testing that might just be part of it.
[ 'Might' meaning it absolutely is, of course. ]
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He does reach up to prod the other man in the ribs, however, when those are all the words that are forthcoming. ]
Are you going to let me in on this idea of yours or is this another one of your terrible mysteries you’re gonna torment me with for the next three hours or so?
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[ That's fired back as soon as he's done making an appropriately ruffled noise in response to being poked. Predictably, it's almost tempting to drag it out a little further - maybe not hours' worth this time. Though, Claude thinks as he kisses Sylvain one last time before sitting up just enough to look down at him (mostly) without getting distracted. ]
I wasn't thinking that many hours specifically, but... let's say a while might factor into part of my idea.
[ And while he might've been looking to not distract himself, he'd certainly made no promises about distracting Sylvain as he moves his hand from resting on the other's chest slowly southward. ]
Before that, what are your thoughts on being tied up?
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I suppose that depends on what your thoughts are on what you're going to do to me after you tie me up.
[ He feels like that's a valid answer here. ]
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[ With a fond grin, since - it's not like that doesn't go both ways where he'd be as curious as to where Sylvain was going with that particular thought before agreeing to anything. The shared curiosity is, of course, part of what he was also taking a chance on in piquing the other's interest.
Still - he pretends to consider it all because he can while lightly stroking Sylvain over his underwear, complete with a glance up at the ceiling in contemplation before looking back down to meet his gaze. ]
I was thinking there might be a blindfold in there at some point, too. But since you've already mentioned time, I was also thinking of taking far too long to make you come. [ And with one slow stroke to the other man's length, just to bring that point home, ] Longer than usual, before you get any ideas of pointing anything out. Call it a little game of what ifs or better yet: almosts.
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So what you're saying is, you want to be an even bigger tease than normal.
[ because making Sylvain wait, or drawing out their pleasure is a game Claude plays often, so the fact that he's starting with this makes Sylvain think he has something even more extreme to play with here.
But you've managed to pique his curiosity, Claude, so he'll play along. To a point.
Laying back down, he crosses his arms behind his head to pillow himself and smirks up at the other man, knowing exactly the picture he makes. ]
Alright. I'll bite. I'll play along with your little game, Claude. But this means I get to make the rules for our next game.
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[ They both know he'll do more than that, but far be it from Claude to simply agree even when Sylvain's done much the same on just as many sparse details. At least the ones pertinent to Sylvain in the here and now will be apparent soon enough as he withdraws his hand once more. There'll be more than enough teasing to follow.
That includes not giving Sylvain the satisfaction of being studied as he reclines, tempting as that is to do, but it'll worth the delay as Claude leans over the edge of the bed. A few pats around with his hand and then he locates the box stored down there. From it, he first brings up a shorter length of fabric he doubles over to make sure it'll be thick enough to both not slip and obscure Sylvain's vision.
Nothing left then but to hold it up with a grin. ]
But I'll consider it after all of this. Sit up for a minute, will you?
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I'm about to have so many regrets, aren't I?
[ He doubts it, actually, but that doesn't mean he's not going to give Claude a hard time about it anyway.
Although it says a lot, that he's come to trust the man enough that he'd allow him to do this. He doesn't allow vulnerabilities with just anyone. Not even a great many of his lovers. ]
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[ 'End' being the operative part of the phrase there, though Claude doesn't think he has to spell that part out when it's the whole point. Besides that, he's too busy watching Sylvain sit up anyway with a small smile as he shifts himself to straddle the other man's lap for the ease of everything.
It's not lost on him that no could've been a very valid answer before this, much as it still could be, and that even if Sylvain actually does have any reservations he's willing to entertain it all the same. With the blindfold in hand Claude reaches back to tie it in place then takes a second to adjust it to be comfortable - and to keep from sliding. Though this is the part where he should have Sylvain lie back, or take off his shirt before getting out the next set of fabric, instead Claude places his hand beneath Sylvain's chin to tilt it up for a kiss, or two, or five, before sliding it back for a loose grip in red hair and breaking it off with a nip to the other's bottom lip. ]
Promise I'll make it worth your while.
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He slides his hands to rest against Claude’s hips, dragging him a little closer since he’s now conveniently straddling his lap, and leans into that kiss a little more. There’s a smile in his voice as he responds with teasing. ]
I’m gonna hold you to that, Riegan.
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[ The words are murmured against Sylvain's mouth with just as much teasing as a promise behind it at the familiar weight of familiar hands on his hips before diving into another kiss. It's tempting to stay like this and keep soaking up every bit of affection as he knows Sylvain would let him do - but this isn't the kind of patience he has in mind. With some reluctance Claude runs his hands along Sylvain's arms before linking their fingers together to pry his grip away and lean forward within the same motion to convince the other man to lie back.
One more sweep of their linked hands forward and Claude lets go to curl Sylvain's fingers around the slat in the headboard they brush up against, a placeholder to keep his hands there as he pins the other's wrists there with one hand. Something necessary since he's groping around the bedspread with the other for the remaining length of fabric what with also being far too busy still capturing Sylvain's lips in kiss after kiss. There's no distraction meant in it - that's what the entirely unsubtle rock of his hips against Sylvain's are for - as he ties the ribbon in a flourishing knot after it's looped around hands and the frame to secure him in place. But not without tucking the end of the ribbon into one of Sylvain's palms; one tug of that will undo the whole knot in a moment when it's called for and not before then.
After breaking the kiss Claude skims his teeth lightly against the other's neck to ghost them over skin he's catalogued from many a night (or morning, or afternoon) spent together to land at his collarbone instead. Only for another moment since he moves to Sylvain's chest to start leaving a meandering path of kisses and bites of varying intensity while working his way downward - and not without making sure to lathe his tongue over sensitive spots he's also learned as he goes. ]
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He lets himself be guided onto his back, his hands brought up as he grips the slats of the headboard. Feels the binding wind around his wrists before fastening him firmly in place. There’s a moment of tension in him then, a moment when the wriggling doubts and the darkness almost get the best of him.
But then he feels the end of the ribbon tucked into his palm. Claude giving him a way out. He gives a soft exhale as he relaxes again, curling his fingers tightly around it, though he doesn’t pull. Doesn’t release the snug hold of the ropes that keep him trapped. Lets himself surrender, for the time being, to Claude’s control.
Claude’s mouth is hot and teasing against his skin as he works his way down Sylvain’s throat and along his shoulders. Lower, as Sylvain’s head falls back, throat working around a low, husky moan as his skin pebbles. Claude manages to seek out every place he likes to be touched, tasted, his body shivering in reaction, skin flushed from the attention as his fingers tug at the ropes - not to free himself, but to feel how he is held, unable to reach back. ]
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For now it's enough to slide his hands down to search out familiar skin and to hide a smile against Sylvain's hip at that noise when it's the first of many he means to cause, and Claude slips fingertips beneath the other man's waistbands to tug down the last remaining layers out of the way. With that he also sits up to admire first the trail of bites standing out flush where they were left, and also to reach for the bottle of oil one of them had grabbed when first ending up in bed.
Rather than taking the predictable (for him) teasing route of avoiding Sylvain's cock, Claude bends back down to bring it into his mouth in a practiced motion and wastes no time in tightening around him while taking him in. Some of the bottle's contents are also tipped out into one hand along his fingers as he wraps one hand around the base of the other's length. The oiled fingers are brought to pause just before slipping into him in a silent question, one he'd ask aloud if it weren't for his mouth being otherwise occupied. ]
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The blindfold means he has no idea what the man is planning. He makes a quiet noise of protest when he’s deprived of touch entirely, but it’s a brief interruption at best. And his breath hisses out around a moan when Claude bends to suck him into wet heat with no warning - not what he would have predicted of the other man, who is far too fond of playing the tease.
His hips rock, wanting to press up into that delicious wet heat, even as he feels slicked fingertips quest down between his legs. He can’t see Claude, but he can feel the unasked question and he parts his legs a little wider to either side of the other man’s legs in answer and permission. ]
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But while the search for Sylvain's pleasure isn't hidden in any outright teasing, there's certainly what's hidden and yet to come: a careful eye kept on driving Sylvain close to the edge in a familiar way they've done before, but no further than that. The instant it seems close or perhaps simply close enough, he'll withdraw his fingers, or his mouth, or maybe both.
He's got some time to decide on which it'll be, after all - at least for this time since it's not the only interruption he has planned. ]
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[ The curse is drawn out as those fingers slide into him, stretching him with an easy familiarity now. He presses down against them, caught between the heated thrusts of them and the bob of wet heat as Claude’s mouth works around his length.
Restless, impatient, he moves, chasing his pleasure wanting more. The blindfold robbing him of sight means his other senses are working overtime to make up for the lack. Which means everything feels just a little more intense as he lets Claude tease and play. ]
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More importantly: the point is to drive Sylvain to the edge. Stopping here and before they get farther yet just won't do.
Which is why he picks up the pace with his fingers to move them more insistently, deeper, and faster; he hollows his cheeks a bit while moving down Sylvain's cock before an intentionally slow ascent at a mismatch, searching out more of those cries and moans he so enjoys getting when they feel like rewards for his efforts. ]
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His teeth bite down on his lower lip, but it does nothing to muffle the moans and soft whimpers every time Claude finds an especially sensitive spot inside him, or along his cock. Especially since he's an expert on zeroing in on every single one of them.
It’s not long before he’s breathless, body shuddering as that pleasure builds. Not that he’s really holding any of it back. But it’s easier to lose himself in it with the world dark around him and his only tether the feel of Claude’s hands and mouth on his skin. ]
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As he comes to the tip of Sylvain's cock this time, Claude runs his tongue slowly over the head once more and releases it after. No more of that for now as he presses his mouth to one of Sylvain's hips next, tempted to sink his teeth into skin there. But a better idea - to him - follows, and he trails slow kisses down along the top of a thigh before moving to the inside of it. It's there instead he applies his attentions as (semi-) innocent kisses turn into open mouthed ones with pressure to start on the constellations he means to leave behind.
It's hands off now as he withdraws his fingers from teasing Sylvain with the last few strokes having been decidedly not deep enough, then slower until they'd stopped entirely as he'd pulled back. Limits now, in fact, any touch to just his mouth alone moving along other sensitive patches he's learned on those inner thighs to leave one mark after another in his wake so long as the process of them being left is being enjoyed with his hands braced against the bed as he moves to the other thigh to leave scattered ones there, too. ]
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And then Claude’s fingers withdraw as well, earning a very needy whine as Sylvain’s body writhes and stretches - against the bindings, towards where he knows Claude is, when all he can feel now is the trail of his lips. ]
Fuck, fuck, are you trying to drive me slowly mad?
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[ He's pleased but careful to not sound too pleased even if every noise Sylvain's made, every longing movement is what he's aimed for all along. Enough so that Claude abandons his trail along Sylvain's other thigh to both sit up and move forward enough to straddle the other's waist with knees locked in alongside those hips. It's not much of a restraint and is more meant to keep Sylvain there without offering any gratification to his cock as he maintains a careful distance.
Instead Claude puts his hands to work along that muscular chest beneath him to trace over it once more while bending down to hover over Sylvain's mouth for just a moment. ]
Remember it'll be worth it in the end like it always is.
[ Not the answer Sylvain wants to hear right now, he's sure, nor is it further attention requested by that neediness. An intentional choice just like withdrawing seconds ago since now Claude's intent is to slow things back down just a bit as he brings a hand up with a couple fingers beneath the other man's chin to tilt it up for an unhurried kiss meant to smolder. ]
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[ A completely hollow threat, for all the heat it’s grumbled with. He squirms against the body now pinning him down by his torso, hips rocking up in a vain attempt to chase that contact he’s once more been denied. It doesn’t work - Claude has seated himself just out of range. Enough to pin him in place but nowhere close enough for Sylvain to get what he needs on his own.
Still, despite the grumbling, he doesn’t resist when he feels those fingers under his chin, tipping his head up, lips parted in anticipation, breath coming a little rougher now from both arousal and exertion. ]
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[ A grin's vivid in his voice as Sylvain tilts his head up obediently and with need clearly behind it even if those attempts to move around hadn't said as much with no words necessary. Claude slides his hand away from the other's chin to once again curl his fingers lightly into red hair to keep him close during that kiss. And maybe in a call back to how tonight had started it's easy to keep those going in for what once isn't meant to test Sylvain's patience, but maybe Claude's own quiet way of expression a devotion unsaid and something besides these moments along. Something far greater.
It's that which has his hands tracing over Sylvain's chest, shoulders, and arms now in appreciation once again. This time as those touches shift more into a slow massage meant to get Sylvain to relax back from the edge (with any luck), a quiet sort of adoration now poured into each movement. ]
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[ He’s really not. Pain is not at all his thing. But the games of dominance and control? Those never fail to snare him. No matter what side of the board he happens to end up on. And with Claude, that always seems to be changing. Even if the other man frequently ends up with the upper hand anyway.
Like now, when all he wants is those fingers back on his cock, or inside of him, stretching him open. The massage feels nice - Claude’s talented with his hands, always has been, and Sylvain could lose hours to the slide of those dextrous fingers. But he’s more than a little impatient right now, especially when the other man had taken him so close, only to leave him hanging.
Which, he’s coming to realize, had been the point. ]
Claude… [ The man’s name comes out on a whine. ]
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Especially not when finding new ways to move his hands across Sylvain's chest to see what responses he might elicit and what can be filed away for later, for another time where maybe more mercy will be involved. Possibly less drawing things out as he idly runs a fingertip around one of Sylvain's nipples without any real intent to the action, though what's far more so is leaning down for another kiss.
Or so he starts to and then pauses all motions at that whine. Time for a different idea indeed as he lets his hand trail down Sylvain's chest towards his stomach again like each movement is a slowly made promise. ]
Something I can help you with?
[ That's murmured none too innocently against the other man's mouth as Claude closes the distance after all, hand still on the descent as he captures those lips in yet another languid kiss. ]
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[ It comes out as a groan as he tries to arch up into those hands. His own hands twist and tug at the bindings holding them pinned above his head, the bed giving a quiet creak before he stills again.
There’s a flush to his skin and Claude would have certainly been pleased with each little twitch and sound he earned, because the loss of sight, the inability to see what Claude was doing - or what he would do next - certainly made every touch, every tease, all the more intense. ]
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But there could probably be more, couldn't there? ]
You say that like I'm ever opposed to hearing any of the old ways.
[ With one detour to one of Sylvain's hips, Claude follows the ridge of it before finally dipping his hand lower. Fingers wrap lightly around the base of the other's cock in that wanted touch, lingering for a minute before beginning a slow stroke moving up his length that'll end in an equally slow and slightly firmer downstroke. And not without asking Sylvain to focus on something else, of course. ]
And I could fuck you, [ is murmured in to the other man's ear, ] or maybe I want to ride you instead.
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[ It’s uttered around a groan as his hips try to press up into that warm grip. Claude’s breath on the curve of his ear drags a shiver down his spine and he moans again as his fingers grip around the bindings that hold him in place. Body taut and trying to press up against Claude, as much as he can reach in this position. ]
Just stop teasing already.
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Why would I do that when it sounds like you're enjoying yourself?
[ He doesn't believe for a second that innocent tone will at all be believed. But it does buy him a few seconds to finally spot the oil while letting his hand continue to work over the other's length as he leans over to grab it. ]
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Will you please figure out who is fucking who and give me more than your hand already?
[ There’s a playful snarl of impatience in his voice even as he rocks up into that touch. Chasing the friction even as he demands more. He can feel Claude moving above him, but without his sight or the use of his hands, he has no idea what he’s doing - other than driving Sylvain mad. ]
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[ A scolding only equally playful in nature as he withdraws his hand considering Sylvain has good reason to be distracted, this time not to tease (for a change) but to busy himself with the oil. The first to go are the pants he'd neglected to rid himself of earlier long before they reached the point of being uncomfortable and there's no hiding the small sigh of relief that comes with that.
No time to enjoy it when there's other things to enjoy that it'll lead to, and Claude tips out some of the oil into both hands. The first goes towards fingers wrapped once more around Sylvain's cock as he holds them there momentarily, and the remaining to his other hand as he slides a couple fingers into himself. And since Sylvain can't see, tempting as it was to unblindfold him to make him watch, a noise of pleasure leaves him which just might clue him in as Claude moves his other hand along the other man's length in time. ]
You're lucky your hands have spoiled me for this or you might be looking at an even longer delay yet.
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You know, you could let me go and I could spoil you more. Just saying.
[ But this is the game and he's more than happy to play it up, see it all the way through, even as his cock pulses in that grip, reacting to the obvious sound of Claude's pleasure. Wanting to hear it. Wanting to share it. Wanting to cause it. ]
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[ It's difficult to make that sound anywhere near as nonchalant as he wants it to be when aside from his own hurry matches the display of it Sylvain's putting on with want and need in each of those movements cut short by the restraints. The jerk of his cock tells of the ache of it all even more. For a few moments as he continues to work the slide of his fingers in time with his hand up and down Sylvain's length - certainly telling a store of just as much desire beyond than when there's more moans to go with it - Claude flirts with the idea of edging him one last time. For good measure. Just because.
But it'll have to wait for another time, possibly, because impatience wins out with something else in mind. With a swing of one leg over Sylvain's hips, he pauses to balance for a split second before taking Sylvain inside him in three very deliberate rolls of his hips. His own attentions to himself weren't quite enough as he'd guessed but it'll be enough to pause for a moment, to catch his breath and to adjust as he leans down to brush lips against Sylvain's jaw on the way to his ear for an important question. ]
Blindfold on or off?
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His head turns slightly, lips chasing the feel of the man's mouth against his jaw, moving back towards his ear. He wants to taste him, feel him, make him come fucking unraveled, the same way he was driving Sylvain mad. ]
You decide. [ he finally gasps out, because this is Claude's game, and he knows the other man will be able to decide better than him at the moment. That requires too much thinking and his brain is currently incapable of that. Besides. Both options are good, so it's a win/win. ]
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I think I like you using your imagination for this, [ is what he says after, a murmur against those lips at first before Claude starts to sit up, ] and you've made me come enough times by now to know what it looks like.
[ To say the least. The blindfold will stay for now since his focus changes to tucking his legs beneath the other man's thighs to sink back even further on his cock to add to the slow stretch around him. The next roll of his hips starts the pace he intends to keep to bring Sylvain pleasure with no (intentional) delays as he tightens around him every so often from need and want.
And since Sylvain can't watch, has to rely on memories alone to fill in what's happening - just like before, Claude's careful to fill in with moans and the other's name and increasingly so as he finds teh right angle for both with hands propped against Sylvain's chest. ]
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[ he curses breathlessly as Claude starts to move, changing the angle, making him ache to bury himself deep. He tries to rock up, but the way the man above him is perched now keeps him mostly pinned in place, right where he wants him. Letting Claude control every aspect of this. ]
If you think I will ever grow tired of that sight, you haven't been paying attention very well.
[ Sylvain could never tear his eyes away from the other man. Especially when lost in pleasure. ]
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[ Is it his wittiest comeback ever? Absolutely not, but Claude thinks even Sylvain wouldn't blame him for being far too distracted. Especially not when those lifts of the other's hips feel like small pleas to match the swearing when he knows it's not quite enough for Sylvain just yet.
Something he intends to deliver on, surely, with a small change of pace to something slower not to tease but to pay some deliberate attention to Sylvain while running his nails lightly over that broad chest beneath his palms. ]
Unless you have something else in mind, and then all you have to do is ask.
[ Something Claude means without anything else attached as he tightens around the other man's cock for good measure with the next indulgent roll of his hips before taking Sylvain deeper again. His lover's been so very patient, and he did mean it about this being something to be enjoyed at the end of it all. ]
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[ His voice is strained and breathless, gasps of air and ragged breaths interrupting his attempt to answer. Emphasized with each roll of Claude's hips, taking him deep, over and over again. The feel of the man's hands on his skin. Every sensation is emphasized by the lack of sight, the lack of being able to tell what will come next. It makes it intense in a way he hadn't anticipated.
He shivers, biting down on his lower lip to stave off falling too deeply into it too swiftly. He's not ready for this to end yet. And he wants Claude to unravel with him. ]
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If Sylvain's determined to stay in this moment as long as he can, Claude's every bit as determined to bring him to climax first. The best sort of race since all those noises he answers with his own and then some to offset the blindfold means each brush against sensitive nerves ends up feeling a bit like a lightning strike of pure pleasure as he brings one hand to his aching cock to stroke it in time. There's a part of him which wishes for Sylvain's hands on him or his hips to hold him in place, but he doesn't reach for the end of the restraints.
It's need which has him finally surrendering to no longer pinning Sylvain's hips into place as they'd been. Claude doesn't pause in the pace he's set after resettling his legs next to Sylvain but he does lean forward with one hand now braced against the mattress to encourage Sylvain to take more even as he keeps riding him.
And in case that wasn't enough, because he knows what he's doing with this as his own voice now is strained with want for the other man to help fuck what little sense remains out of them both - ]
You've been so good, Sylvain, you're incredible. Come with me.
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Which he does, hips rocking up to press deep within the other man riding him, breathless groan torn from his lips at the feeling of Claude clenching tight around him. The sound of the strain in Claude's voice is enough to get another moan from him and his hands twitch and tug in restless impatience, wanting to reach for him, to touch him, but he relishes what he can get for the moment.
Even if the other man is driving him slowly mad. As he so often does.
he curses, the sound breathless and strained as he slams up into the tight body above his, going by feel alone, so it's not the most graceful, but it's certainly not lacking in eagerness. His hips pick up the pace, fueled by the need that burns under his skin. Claude had already pushed him a good part of the way and it's easy to push the rest, chasing his pleasure as he fucks up into the man above him. Takes them both farther, even if Claude still has the lion's share of the control here. It's fine, Sylvain knows how to work with what he has.
And it's not long before the last shreds of his own control are unravelling, his breathing coming more frantic and harsh, the moans spilling more freely now, not bothering at all to try and stay quiet. The tension builds, Claude's name slipping from his lips like a plea, like a prayer. And then his cock is pulsing hotly within the tight clench of the other man's body, pulsing and spilling hotly as his body arches with the force of it, coming hard enough that it feels like everything seizes up, only to leave him slumping back to the bed in the aftermath, sweaty and breathless, muscles twitching and trembling in the aftershocks of orgasm. ]
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This time it's to account for the pace Sylvain sets to rock back into each thrust to offer him that much more of what he's seeking in each one. The noises growing ever louder is a reward as they sink into something well repeated and enjoyed as he goes by sight and feeling alone to lavish attention onto the other for what's being paid to him now with each lift of those hips until he watches Sylvain arch beneath him.
As Sylvain unravels, Claude stays in motion to ride it out with him to amplify every last moment of pleasure even as he collapses back to the bed spent. Mere seconds later it's that sight which undoes him as always and more so now when this is what he wanted with his name on the other's lips just as much as the reverse is true as he spills across Sylvain's stomach.
There are no clever words this time as he tries to catch his breath in the aftermath, leaning down to press his forehead to the other man's for a moment before pressing a kiss to his cheek right below the blindfold. Which will go in just another minute as soon as sense returns to him a bit more or (or perhaps and) he remembers how to move beyond dragging more kisses across Sylvain's face that will have to do for the praise he might otherwise say. ]
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He should probably say something witty right about now, but Claude has literally fucked every last thought out of his head and for once, his brain is actually... blissfully quiet and empty.
It's... kind of nice, actually. ]
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Instead Claude tears his hands away from Sylvain's chest where they'd been roaming yet again like all the other touches weren't enough. They never are, but now he lifts them to run a fingertip along the bottom edge of the blindfold before lifting it to peek beneath and putting on faux surprise like he didn't expect to see Sylvain despite being perched upon him. ]
You still with me in there?
[ It's teasing as he leans down again to capture Sylvain's mouth in a proper kiss if not one made slightly sloppy thanks to a rush of affection and both of them still panting slightly as he pushes the blindfold off over the other man's hair to let it fall on the pillow beneath him. That kiss turns into another as Claude slides his hands up strong arms to go for the knots there next. ]
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Ask me again in ten minutes. Maybe I’ll be able to think coherently again by then.
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[ An equally feigned complaint to go with the supposed surprise and murmured against Sylvain's mouth when he's loathe to pull away. Undoing the restraints means needing a little bit of focus, though, so he pushes himself up enough on his elbows to undo those knots that'd faithfully held Sylvain right where he wanted him.
With the fabric loosed Claude brings the other's hands back with him with fingers laced loosely to rest Sylvain's hands on the man's chest. All the better for admiring the what's left behind from being tied up around those wrists, though Claude brings one of Sylvain's hands forward to kiss along the marks. ]
Maybe I'll use the ten minutes instead to coax you into getting in a bath with me.
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I'm vetoing anything that requires moving. I'll need at least twenty minutes for that.
[ But he laces their fingers together, and then brings the fingers of Claude's other hands to his lips so he can trail kisses against each one of his knuckles. ]
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[ If there's meant to be a complaint in there, it certainly gets overridden by amusement that's too hard to contain. It seems from fondness from those hands weaving through his and the lips brushing against his hands when there's affection overflowing. As there always is, he's learned long ago, in the aftermath of everything as always.
Still, he hums thoughtfully while Sylvain moves between his knuckles. ]
Though I can think of a few things that'd get you to move before then.
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[ He’s grinning as he says it, even as he gives a playful nip to one of Claude’s knuckles. ]
Not when not moving sounds more tempting than anything I can think of right now.
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[ Said with all the faux thoughtfulness Sylvain will recognize as meaning there is A Plan about to happen. To be fair, he totally had warned the other man as much. Surely he can't be blamed for choosing to do so now. Claude's blaming it on the teeth being applied to him as encouragement when by now they've covered how much he enjoys them as much as everything else - never mind that he certainly needs no reason for this.
Which is why he immediately tightens around Sylvain and offers a roll of his hips when it's also all too convenient he hadn't climbed over to lie down on the bed just yet, even as the motion gets a small gasp out of him thanks to being overly sensitive. Still worth it for yet another round in their endless game of teasing each other. ]
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Fuck. [ A pause, and then a smirking, ] I don't think that counts as moving when I'm still in the same spot.
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So I should keep going? Noted.
[ Of course he's going to take that as encouragement as they so often do in teasing each other, and of course he's going to do just what he says. It's a languid pace he sets with each roll of his hips to play on both of their oversensitivity. What's a little more teasing after so much of it tonight? ]
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[ And since his hands are free this time around, he'll reach up to thread his fingers through Claude's dark hair, tightening into a light grip as he drags him down for a kiss, even as he rocks up again to meet that roll of the other man's hips. ]
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[ Gets fired back with a grin before both the words and his mouth are swallowed into a languidly returned kiss as he surrenders to those familiar hands in his hair bringing him forward and as one of his hands slides off Sylvain's chest to the bed beneath them to brace himself on the descent. At that matching rock of the other man's hips another grasp gets muffled between their lips and this time Claude intentionally lightly digs his fingernails into Sylvain's chest in approval before breaking the kiss and parting just enough to be able to speak again. Of course. ]
Unless you're saying I should tie you up again because that could always be arranged.
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[ There's laughter in his voice as he nips sharply at Claude's lips. In chiding, in teasing, maybe a little of both. He shifts his angle slightly on the next thrust upwards, wanting to stroke along the man's prostate, because he's talking too much for a proper distraction right now. ]
Should have guessed that. Since you're such a control freak. [ Affectionately, of course.
...Like he's one to talk. ]
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Are we starting what you promised for some next time already? Talk about control.
[ Of course, he could always just move. Maybe go get something with which to clean them up since the bath might be awhile off still even as they tease each other about not moving. That added stimulation hasn't worth off yet as he rocks back to meet Sylvain's hips again with a noise in the back of his throat. ]
If you keep this up for too much longer you might just have to fuck me for real.
[ Said like Sylvain's the one who started this, naturally. ]
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[ A slow, lazy smirk stretches across his lips before he moves abruptly, rolling them over until Claude is on his back beneath him and Sylvain - control freak that he really is - can lean over him with a mischievous grin. ]
I think I can handle that.
[ And he leans down to kiss him, hopefully interrupting whatever retort that gesture might have gained him. If he rolls his hips to rock deep once more, well. That can only help his distraction techniques now, right? ]
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It's that feeling slipping through unnoticed which convinces him to let Sylvain quiet whatever (of the many) comment(s) ready to be made about handling anything with that kiss, though what doesn't get muffled is the noise driven out of him by that thrust that's less teasing than a promise he wants fulfilled. All the more reason to curl his fingers tighter into the red hair at the nape of Sylvain's neck where they've found their usual claim, and to wrap a leg tighter around those hips in a wordless again to keep him close while encouraging him on. ]
AU Event: when the god of love sends you an invitation…
Sylvain had burst out laughing when it had dropped on his lap out of thin air, because leave it to his lover to get creative about setting this up.
He also knew better than to show up late. Even if the event in question was being hosted in his own lodge, tucked away on a snowy day. Knocking on the doorframe, he poked his head into the rooms he’d given Jesper for when he stayed here, amusement evident on his face as he steps inside and waves the paper in his general direction.
“What’s the occasion?”
Not that Jesper needed one. But he’s known his lover long enough now to tell when he’s Up To Something.
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He is dressed in a loose button-up shirt and comfortable pants, both perfectly designed to be ripped, torn, or undone right off his body. Jesper thinks that way, he likes to be ready. He smiles at Sylvain as he is the first to arrive and immediately hands him a glass of his favorite wine. His presence around everyone now is powerful, he radiates warmth and sensual energy, but especially when he is about to be at his most seductive.
"Remember that fantasy of mine I've had for centuries? Wait, I should be more specific." Sylvain is privy to all his fantasies and he has many! He grabs the front of Sylvain's shirt and leads him inside, smiling.
"I think I have waited more than long enough to trap both you and Claude in my clutches."
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Which means that rather than making any sort of trudge up the mountain and delaying any sort of reward all of that fancy engraving promises, he uses those godly powers and simply appears in the middle of the lodge where it's warm, dry, and without even a single chilly breeze unless Sylvain gets any ideas, but he's ready to summon up more layers or borrow a blanket (or twelve) if that happens. That might be the exact opposite of what's in mind as he turns a corner just in time to see Jesper pull Sylvain through a doorway by that shirt he sorely hopes is about to disappear in the next few minutes.
"Are we really trapped if you so kindly invited us to attend?" A question asked purely to be difficult and likely to no one's surprise though even if Claude meant it as a rhetorical one more than anything else, whether he was expecting any sort of answer becomes quickly overridden by his continued talking after a scan of the room to take in everything. "Clutches indeed. Perhaps we should be worrying if you'll ever let us leave with all the thought put into this."
And with a teasing smirk back to both Jesper and Sylvain, "Or whether we're getting snowed in since it looks like we're prepared for it."
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He’s not surprised when he feels Claude’s sudden presence arrive at his back, nor when his voice rings out a moment later. Chuckling, he shakes his head, even as he takes in the room and the supplies carefully set out as well. Jesper had gone to a lot of trouble, it seems.
“Oh, you know how the snow is up here. We might be snowed in until spring at this rate.” As if they couldn’t just appear wherever they wanted, or leave the same way. But it has started snowing just a bit heavier outside, all the same. It will, at the very least, discourage most guests from dropping by unannounced.
With Jesper’s fingers still curled in his shirt, he steps into his lover’s personal space to steal a brief kiss before shooting a smirk over his shoulder in Claude’s direction. “Although I think someone doesn’t look clutched enough yet.”
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Since he's already grabbed Sylvain and successfully tugged him into the room, gaining a kiss for his success, he does the same after a playful whack on Sylvain's impressive ass. "Please settle in. Take off your shirt at your convenience, so we can both stare at you." Claude and Jesper are handsome individuals with strong builds, but no one else is Sylvain. It doesn't matter how many times they've seen it or look at him nearly busting out of his shirts.
This does give Jesper the chance though to grab Claude the same way, tugging him into the room, but immediately into a deep kiss. He often feels like he must make up for those hundreds of years he couldn't do this, like every one of them is special because he worked so hard for it. Claude is difficult to win, so for those who managed, it is an eternal source of pride.
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Claude means to pause a little more openly than he currently is for entertainment's sake - and because he's also entirely on board with Jesper's plan to stare - but movement from the corner of his eye draws his attention right before he's pulled forward. There's just enough time to tilt his chin up to meet that kiss with a pleased noise let out into it. He might've made Jesper (and Sylvain, for even longer) work harder for it once (or frequently) but a few years have done much to quiet that urge as he reaches up to drag a couple of fingertips along the other man's jaw. Not quite a tease and also not quite a promise as the fingers of his other hand wind into Jesper's shirt for good measure.
But no farther, since they know how he feels about suspense. Even as Claude breaks the kiss he moves his hand to cup Jesper's jaw to keep him right there while shooting a sidelong smirk in Sylvain's direction. "Though we could just make Sylvain stare at us for a while instead if that happens to be anywhere in your engraved plans for the night."
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Although then his smirk starts growing as he tugs his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side with little care for the time being. His hands fall to start unfastening his pants, as well, letting his fingers trail over the length already showing interest beneath his clothes. "Or maybe I'll just take matters into my own hands."
He knows how to tease, too, after all.
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Being with the god of love brings an extra spice to any bedroom because he radiates desire and need. It inflames people naturally, making arousal so easy, vibrating in the room around them. It's still all theirs but it ups the pleasure it brings.
Jesper kisses Sylvain's calves, his knees, his muscular thighs, and he reaches out to place his hand on top of Sylvain's on his length, holding his grip there. "Feed yourself to me, sweetheart." He sees no reason to take his time when they've all consented and maybe Claude will enjoy watching to start this out. Jesper opens his mouth to take just the tip inside, staying there so Sylvain can thrust up and take what he wants.
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"Hands off yourself for this," is what's said into Jesper's ear in a low voice but one still loud enough for both men to hear as Claude leans over the man in question's shoulder and then flicks his gaze up to catch Sylvain's momentarily if he can, "and I'll take care of you after." Whether there's an if in there for what might result and whether Jesper opts for that challenge is remains to be seen, much as the second part is certainly meant, but with it offered he stands back up.
Not to move any farther away with the view beckoning; instead Claude seats himself behind Sylvain and lifts his shoulders to rest the other man's back against his chest so they can share that beautiful view. All the better, too, for also murmuring into Sylvain's ear. "You heard him. Don't hold back."
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And then Claude is there behind him, pressing in against his back and he lets himself recline back against his lithe strength, more than happy to be caught between them. Especially with those words murmured sensually against his ear.
His fingers tighten in Jesper’s hair as he tugs him a little closer, guiding him right to where he wants him. “Oh, with pleasure. Open for me, love.”
Letting Claude prop him up - and maybe he’ll squirm back a little more firmly against him, just because he can - he lets his hips rock up, pushing deeper into Jesper’s mouth. Groaning low and pleased at the wet heat, the slide of a tongue along his length as he fills him.
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He moans around Sylvain when he thrusts into him, wanting nothing more than to feel that heavy length on his tongue and probing into his throat. Jesper has no gag reflex so the deeper the better, he enjoys the pressure and intensity of being full. His free hand moves underneath to cup his balls and caress them sensually, bobbing slowly on top of Sylvain along with his thrusts, thirsty for it.
His hand moves from around Sylvain because he's inside his mouth now and he doesn't have to worry about him popping out, not with how hungrily he's sucking him down, and reaches out to find Claude's hand. This is to pull it down and encourage him to be the one stroking Sylvain as he takes his pleasure, the two of them teaming up on him for this first round of the night.
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Which is to say: though he wraps his fingers around Sylvain's length to heed that silent instruction, the pace Claude sets is an unhurried one in a bit of a mismatch. Rather than give Sylvain a chance to complain (or too many) he leans down again to speak into his ear.
"I bet you've thought of this for some time, haven't you?" A particularly slow stroke is paired with that to make sure he has Sylvain's attention - as if it could be anywhere else except for on the bed. As for whether he's addressing Sylvain, or Jesper, or them both? Claude doesn't bother to make those words more specific when they do equally apply, and since Jesper's mouth is rather occupied at the moment Claude's careful to keep his gaze on him to make sure there's no lines crossed too far even for what they've all learned about each other individually and in pairs, and now together. "And I bet you have ideas for where exactly this could go next."
Ideas he might be rather blatantly fishing for here for when it comes to the attention he's promised Jesper next, or perhaps what else will follow after.
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And then Claude's fingers are wrapping around the base of his cock, joining in the torment, even as he feels the press of the his cock against his ass. Proof of his desire - something that still makes Sylvain breathless every time, even now that they've come back together again for so many years. It's not something he will ever take for granted.
He rocks again, caught now between the press of that cock and the wet heat of Jesper's mouth, the stroke of Claude's hand. It's dizzying as they assault his senses with building waves of pleasure and his lips part in a ragged pant for air as Claude's lips tease against the curve of his ear. Murmurs those words in that tone of voice that would make him instantly hard anyway, even if he weren't already there.
And Claude has no idea how true those words are. Centuries now. And he has no lack of ideas.
"Fuck. It should definitely go everywhere possible. I'm feeling greedy."
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"He wanted you to be specific, darling. We've all had the fantasies." He assumes so, or they wouldn't be here at his request. He could be selfish and ask for the main amount of attention, but that isn't truly what he wants. His tongue curls underneath Sylvain's tip. "Turn around. Suck his cock while I eat you out." Jesper always knows what he desires. They have time to play with a lot of options so he's in no particular hurry.
Jesper reluctantly pulls away from Sylvain but he has to in order for them to reposition. It also means he takes the opportunity to get out of his own pants, thinking there is no reason for any clothes to be involved in this anymore. Jesper smirks at Sylvain as he waits to see his prize. "Let me see that pretty ass of yours, Sylvain."
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Sylvain is no stranger to taking control in the bedroom, had been doing it since... well, longer than his memory holds, actually. But in recent years, he'd been relinquishing that more and more. It's easier, with those he trusts. He's much more comfortable not defaulting to a leadership role, following along instead. Partially because his assertive nature had taken a brutal blow for a century or so, but also because it felt so much better to finally release that tightly-gripped control and let his brain just fall quiet for a little while.
So he was more than happy to acquiesce to what Jesper told him to do, rolling over onto his hands and knees when the man moves back to give him room to rearrange their positions. His eyes are already dark with hunger as he latches onto the sight of Claude sprawled on the bed behind him, shirtless, evidence of his own arousal beneath his clothes. Of which he's still wearing way too many.
Fingers fumble with the fastenings, tugging the fabric down and out of his way. "Off," he complains playfully, impatient, but once they're gone, tossed aside without a care, he's quick to crawl back up between Claude's legs once more. Kissing his way up the inside of his thighs. Hands sliding over warm skin he's mapped a thousand times - with fingertips, with lips, with tongue.
And when he gets to his cock, he slides his tongue over the sensitive skin, taking his time. Worshipping in his own way, because there's something reverent in it. That quiet sense of marveling that this is still his to do once more. The urge to pinch himself to remind himself it's really real. He moans softly against the length of him, wanton, swirling his tongue about the tip, even as he spreads his legs a little wider, giving Jesper what he wanted, too. Definitely a blatant invitation.
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Fortunately, he and Jesper are on the same wavelength when it comes to where that was supposed to lead compared to where it did. That far more blunt suggestion is really what he was hoping for, and he lets his hand fall away from Sylvain's cock to end that round of teasing in favor of watching him settle between his legs after lifting his hips to assist with his pants being removed. It's Claude's turn then to forget where his thoughts were going thanks to the attention being lavished on him. A breathy exhale that ends in a moan leaves him as he exercises a tiny bit of a patience in not lifting his hips again to seek out even more as in lieu of that he reaches down to wind fingers into familiar red hair instead of the bedspread where his grip had been before.
"Since you're both busy," or about to be, with an appreciative eye cast towards Jesper where that sight alone would've been more than enough to get him completely hard as Sylvain's mouth around him has, "then I'll answer for you since you didn't answer me since I have plenty of ideas. I want to fuck Jesper while he fucks you, but only after he takes his time with you first."
Those words aren't completely smooth as they might've been otherwise, what with his breath catching in his throat every few and the same for stuttered movements of his hips to sink further into his attentions. But - even Claude has his limits in restraint, with only more chances for them to erode from here.
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He has a goal of his own though and he gets to turn his attention to Sylvain's insanely impressive thighs and ass. The man is huge and curved in all the right ways. Jesper loves it. He playfully nips at one of Sylvain's cheeks as he puts a hand out and calls a lubricant to him. Jesper makes his own, one that's become popular by others, because it has a warming spell on it to make it feel particularly good when pressed inside, and gives a sort of tingly feel to it too. Plus it's tasty (fruity or minty flavors, mint today), for people who need to lick around it, like Jesper's about to do.
"You're lucky I enjoy taking my time with him, or I would already be presenting myself to you to take, sweetheart." Claude is using the tone, it is very sensual! It's not his fault he likes the way he talks when he's turned on. That being said, he's made a promise and Sylvain is doing what he ordered.
Jesper starts out with a teasing curl of his tongue to Sylvain's hole to make him shiver a little, stimulating it with small quick jabs almost inside, just stroking the exterior. He plays with him only with his tongue at first, finally dipping inside and licking in circular motions to touch everything he can. He eats him like the feast he is, his hands first stroking up and down the cheeks, squeezing appreciatively and holding him apart.
One he's enjoyed himself for a bit he gets more serious and spreads Sylvain, lubing up one hand and sliding a finger into him, his tongue going in with it to work together to pleasure Sylvain. His finger can move faster, thrusting in to get him ready for two.
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Besides. He knows exactly how talented he is at this, and decades of practice have only made him better. Might as well put that practice to good use whenever possible.
Of course, it is more difficult to stay focused on what he's doing when he feels Jesper's lips and tongue start to tease him, to press into him, eliciting another strained moan that quickly melts into a whimper. His body jolts as one of those short jabs brushes over his prostate, sending pleasure arcing along his nerves, making his own erection jolt between his legs.
His fingers curl, biting into the flesh at Claude's hips as he abandons the teasing for the moment, taking him deep instead, swallowing him as deep as he can take him as he laves his tongue along the man's length. Lets his throat work around him as he carefully swallows, then relaxes his throat to take him deeper still. Transferring all that need created from Jesper's tongue - and then his fingers - into the hunger he lavishes on the other man's cock.
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The same which Claude knows can be said for Jesper and Sylvain as all the intimacy starts to overlap between the three of them. Strong fingers clutch at the grasp on his hips and Claude has to remember to sit up slightly from where his head had tipped back in pleasure without him consciously noticing. Sylvain's need is electric all on its own even before more of his cock sinks into the other's throat and his grasp into red hair tightens with a tug of approval. So much approval it takes him another moment to remember he'd been busy with offering helpful suggestions, though his attention centers back on Sylvain's more than anything right now.
"A shame to deprive him of even more of your talented fingers," to Jesper as a start, though Claude knows it's also the start of what pleasure's to come to Sylvain. "Especially when we all know you're good at getting us to come with them."
That's as far as the suggestion goes, not that it wasn't in Jesper's plans already when it comes to plans to spoil Sylvain. With another lift of his hips to encourage Sylvain and to further enjoy him, though not without carefully watching his face to make sure it's not too much, to seek out some sign of approval before anything else even as the slide of heat around him also gets a moan out of him.
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It is fantastic to watch Claude disappear into Sylvain's mouth like that, Jesper can almost taste it himself. He smiles at the sight and spreads Sylvain to two fingers easily, spreading him so his tongue has easier access to torment his prostate, stroking that sensitive spot and then using a third finger to push in. His tongue withdraws so he can really push deep into him now, thrusting against him with enough aggression to try and get Sylvain to be more intense on Claude's cock.
Jesper encourages Sylvain's legs wider and slides underneath him, just enough to get his head where he wants it to be, using his second hand to wrap around Sylvain's cock and start pumping on him steadily. He uses his tongue this time to lather his tip, applying constant stimulation to it. His fingers open him so that when they get to the next round, Sylvain will be fully ready to receive his cock. "Give it to me," he murmurs, sucking Sylvain's tip into his mouth.
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Claude doesn't have to worry about it being too much. If anything, it just makes him crave more.
And then Jesper gives it, without him even having to ask. Without asking for that even having occurred to him. He probably could have come soon without that extra urging, without so much as a touch, having both of them filling him, body humming from pleasure. But Jesper taking his cock in slick fingers, stroking him slowly and then swallowing the tip of him into a wicked heat, it's too much.
His strangled cry is muffled around Claude's cock as he involuntarily takes him deeper still, every single inch buried in tight wet heat now as his body tenses with a shudder sweeping through him. With Jesper's fingers still fucking into him, stretching him open, it's stimulation assaulting him from every angle and he's helpless to do anything but get washed away with it.
Cock pulsing hotly, he spills thickly as his hips buck, trying to press back further into that delicious mouth wrapped around his head.. Body spasming, his throat likely works tighter around Claude's cock, the sounds of pleasure he makes completely muffled around him, vibrating along his length. as he comes undone.
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It takes focus now - considerable focus - to remember the words to encourage them both on with praise as it gets harder to not lose himself in everything until that cry pulls his attention back. Even as lost in pleasure as he is the look of Sylvain experiencing it so much only doubles everything and intensifies it even more. Sylvain tumbling over the edge is enough for Claude to follow not long after when the sight unravels him as well. The sensation, too, both in what he can what he can feel transmitted in that mouth around him as he rides out his orgasm still buried in it until there's nothing left to give.
"Fuck, Sylvain, you're so good," gets panted when sense returns to him and he releases his hold on the other's hair to cradle one side of the man's face fondly, that faint praise not covering near enough. There's more to come yet as Claude's attention now turns to Jesper before he looks back to Sylvain with sense slowly returning to him enough to remind him of his promise. "Jesper's been very patient, hasn't he? Help me get him ready so he can fuck you into the bed beneath us after."
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Once Sylvain is clean he moves out from under him to behind him again, able to slide three fingers easily inside because of how relaxed an orgasm makes him. He's practically all open and accepting in this state, it's so slick and easy. He licks his lips and then steps toward the bed to dip down and slip his hands into Claude's hair, tilting his head back to dip down and steal a deep kiss out of him. With Sylvain's taste still on his tongue, spreading it into Claude's mouth.
They all have to situate a little differently to keep it moving but they're enormously adaptive, it's what makes them so good at this. "Here, Sylvain. Let me see in Claude's lap, love. You can help open me up, sweetheart. Claude, gorgeous, give a man a hand, will you?" Jesper smirks and does exactly what he says.
As they both know, Jesper is the easiest person to prep, he is automatically relaxed and very eager to get fucked, so really it's for the act of it.
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So he might be a little slower to react as Jesper gets comfortable, but he does manage to drag his eyes away long enough to reach for the oil. Slicking his fingers, he splays one hand against Jesper's back as he teasingly pushes him closer to Claude and kneels behind him.
But instead of pressing his fingers in just yet, he leans in to return the favor. Or maybe just further indulge his oral fetish. or both!
Either way, his tongue is agile and eager as he teases against that tight ring of muscle, flicking at it before pressing inside. He hums happily, even as he slides a pair of fingers in alongside his tongue, so he can both stretch and tease at the same time.
But his eyes? They remain locked on the mirror, watching the way the two men kiss - something he wouldn't normally be able to see from this angle, so he's exceedingly grateful for the reflection.
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Jesper settles over him and he runs his own hands down the man's sides to settle them on his hips to pull him closer and meets that smirk with one of his own. "Lucky for you I'm every bit as talented with my hands." As he kisses Jesper just as deeply again to trap any noises well earned by Sylvain's clever mouth, Claude reaches down to trail a couple of fingertips along the underside of the other man's length as the smallest tease.
One he intends to deliver on since a second after bringing his hand away he snaps his fingers to put those godly benefits of bending whatever to their will to use as now an oil coats his hand. A lubricant well known from past trysts that warms with each slide of his hand along Jesper's cock now at a pace meant to amplify the pleasure from Sylvain working him open. No focus now except bringing Jesper to the edge or over it as he breaks the kiss just enough to lean back with another smirk to watch the other man's face while running his thumb along the head of his cock before moving down his length again.
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He's already hard as can be and while he could insist on waiting, there's no reason he has to, since he has no refractory period to speak of in truth. And since these two lovely people are putting in the work, they should get the benefit. Jesper is practically open from the moment Sylvain puts his fingers in so that takes no real work, but it does give very real pleasure. He is careful not to push back into his fingers though since he is doing wonderful things with his tongue and doesn't need encouragement.
Jesper is getting it on both ends at the moment and this is a wonderful preview of being in the middle of them again soon. "Harder with the fingers, Sylvain. Faster with the hand, Claude." Demanding, yes, but they know how vocal he is. And besides that, he's all good with experiencing it and letting the ecstasy slide over his body from every nerve ending. He pulls Claude into another kiss, a deep one that barely has any end at all, allowing them moments of quick breathing and gasping before the next one. He's going to make them both dizzy with it.
The double attack doesn't take long before he jerks up into Claude's hand and spills over his fingers, moaning into the kiss and then forcing himself to break away to pant desperately, feeling like he could possibly pass out. It was a rush.
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There's fond affection in his voice as he chuckles and turns his head slightly to the side. Only long enough to nip at Jesper's ass with playful sharpness before returning to his task again.
Jesper doesn't need much prep - he goes easily loose and slick as Sylvain's fingers add to the teasing, so Sylvain instead works towards pleasuring him, fingers thrusting into him as his tongue teases against sensitive skin. His fingers seeking out his lover's prostate as he purposefully sends intense stimulation along his nerves, timing it in time to the movement he can see of Claude's fingers wrapped around his cock. it's only fair, after all.
When Jesper spills between them, he chuckles and pulls back a little, giving him a moment to catch his breath.
"But since you're so gorgeous when you come, I suppose I'll forgive you. This time."
He meets Claude's gaze over Jesper's shoulder - or perhaps in the reflection - and gives him a playful wink, a sated smile full of satisfaction curved across his lips.
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It's another firm instruction and this one he heeds instead of continuing to be difficult as he moves his hand faster. The pace now matches the lack of air as he uses it to fuel that want, that need, that desire which has his own cock beginning to harden again the closer Jesper gets to the edge. And when he comes that moan is music to his ears, though he doesn't let the other god get away quite so quickly, out of breath or not. The next kiss isn't really much of one since it's broken up by grinning against Jesper's mouth before he glances to catch Sylvain's very pleased gaze.
"If we didn't already have plans, I'd say we should fuck Jesper just like this between us. A sight to save for another time with more mirrors so we don't miss a second." Or maybe they could use the last part for now as with a wave of his hand they're cleaned up again and the oil returns to his hand when desire's not faded even with them all being sated as he looks back to Jesper. "Or you and I could give Sylvain a show."
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It's in his kiss, all his best seductive qualities. It's absorbing Claude through Jesper's orgasm and he laughs, sucking in breath and laughing again, afterward. "Sweetheart, we are going to experience every combination of sex we possibly can, we have years ahead of us to make certain of that." Maybe they don't need to try every single thing this week, but also, Jesper's not going to argue if they decide to. He's all in. He is gorged on lust and everything he wants falling into his lap. Lucky man.
"As long as it leads to you being inside of me, Claude, I'm happy to be the show pony." Jesper reaches back to caress his fingers through Sylvain's hair lovingly. He moves though because he is going to flop down either way, and he decides to do it on top of Claude. Very sensible choice given the man's naked body needs to be blanketed in his opinion. He looks over his shoulder at Sylvain and grins. "Come up higher on the bed with us, baby. I want to kiss you."
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The retort is said with a snicker, even as his tongue once more circles around Jesper's hole, fingers pressing in a little deeper. Still occasionally crooking within him to tease against sensitive nerves, but not too much just yet. Not wanting to drive him into overstimulation. It's more a lazy, simmering teasing now, as he watches Jesper sprawl comfortably atop Claude.
"I feel like we should just start making a list of plans. Somehow, I suspect it's going to be a very long list. Like maybe finding out if Jesper could take both of us at once..." And he adds a third finger as he says it, stretching Jesper wider. Just because he can.
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If both of them weren't so damned distracting, Claude might've had something better to offer than that. That's what he tells himself, anyway, though it's simply a bit of mouthiness considering there's no protest as Jesper becomes a godly blanket when he moves back to get them all more comfortable against the very nice bed beneath them. A bit of repose is never a bad thing, and especially when they both look at Sylvain at the same time when he doesn't move.
Watching Sylvain's 'kiss' in that deft work of his tongue is a rather nice sight and one he enjoys for a few seconds before he flicks his gaze back up to Jesper's face to watch the reaction in what will surely be equally as enjoyable. With it Claude trails a hand along one of Jesper's arms moving upwards and switching to drawing fingertips across skin he's come to know well, ending the motion with placing a hand on Jesper's cheek to turn him back forward. All the better to capture those lips again in a brief kiss and in the tiniest ask for attention. Can't let the rest of what Sylvain said go without a response, after all.
"I'm sure we could find plenty of things for a list, don't you think? Put all of our imaginations to use and then some."
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He moves his mouth down Claude's jawline and suck and nibble at the skin on his neck though, deciding to take the time to make a very nice hickey on it. He laps at the bruise afterward and starts pushing back into Sylvain's fingers, already starting to bounce back. It's all within his willpower but he likes it being a natural spring into desire again, letting it linger on his skin and grow again.
"Oh I am certain that I could. I am an entity of love after all. Who knows what I am capable of?" Jesper embodies that power too, although he's not even in his strongest form yet. In another few hundred years, he'll be twice as strong, fed by his own cult and becoming a popular god to worship. "Not to mention how creative we'll be able to be with what we are." There's only possibility ahead of them!
"I really am getting the best of the deal in this though, as I should be, it being my idea." He grins into Claude's neck, biting his clavicle. He gets to fuck and be fucked at the same time, a glorious middle of the sandwich. "Sylvain, sweetheart, do you need more prep?"
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There's laughter lurking in his tone as he sets his teeth in the fleshy curve of Jesper's ass, biting down hard enough to leave a mark in his skin.
But he props himself up on one elbow to peer up the line of his lovers' entwined bodies with a smirk. "I think we all know by now that I'm always ready to go. Was that your subtle hint you were feeling thoroughly prepped yourself?"
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A brief reward since it's not long after he's gently pushing at the man's hips with one last kiss. "Even if it's already the best of the deal before getting started, I bet we can make it even more so here in a minute."
Since he's also taking that hint about being ready; even if he doesn't entirely want to shift Jesper from his lap where he is now thanks to that beautiful view of Sylvain behind him, it'll be more than worth it. With one last kiss brushed to wherever of Jesper's skin that's in range he reaches for Sylvain to curl a hand around an arm to tug until he can convince the other man to lean forward also for a kiss with a grin against his lips after. "Time to get comfortable wherever you want to be, my love."
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Jesper knows they now have to figure positions out so he stays on top of Claude but also reaches out to Sylvain's hair to encourage him to come closer and join them. "You're the bottom, darling, your choice." There are configurations that they can do but Jesper is sandwiched either way and he'll be comfortable between the two of them. Sylvain's positioning needs to be about both comfort and excitement.
"Oh but first ...." Jesper turns slightly toward him and then steals his mouth for a heated kiss. He tastes himself on his tongue and probably isn't helping the cuase by kissing the words out of him, but it feels necessary. And fun!
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He doesn't really think about it before he's rolling onto his back, wanting to touch both of them. Wanting to watch both of them, even as his own hands reach and tug, trying to draw them close.
"I'm comfortable like this. Besides. I don't want to miss a moment of this. Even if I know you two will be endlessly distracting, no matter what we do."
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"No adding more mirrors first? And here I thought you'd want to see every angle by giving yourself the best place to watch," Claude teases even while enjoying the sight of Sylvain sprawling out and he reaches for one of Sylvain's hands to press a few kisses along his knuckles. It's only sort of a joking suggestion; he's considering doing much the same since it might be a little difficult to see Jesper's face once they get started and it's not a sight he wants to miss.
A 'problem' they'll solve soon since with his other hand he finds the oil to uncap it again. Though deep desire's made him hard almost since they got Jesper off, it's Jesper's cock he reaches for to use slicking his length as a reason to offer him a few more strokes as he starts to move to allow a bit more space. "Your choice of where you want to go next, I think. I'll put you in charge of making sure we can distract Sylvain even more than we do already."
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He has to let him go though because they are situating and Claude's touching him which sends shocks through his body of pleasure. He is so eager to have that man inside of him, it's almost pathetic. Jesper helps Sylvain's legs to spread to give him more access, comfortably placing one of his legs up against Jesper's shoulder. It puts him at a good angle to position on his knees between them, his own legs spread from there for Claude.
"Okay, baby, here we go." Jesper turns his head to press a kiss to Sylvain's ankle and then he slides into him like he was born to be there. It never gets old but it always feels incredibly natural, groaning as Sylvain's heat takes him in. "Fuck, I love you. Saints." Jesper angles so that he can thrust fully into Sylvain while lifting up his own ass to present to Claude. Technically it'd probably be easier for it to all be on their knees, but he likes looking at Sylvain's eyes too much. He's locked right on them.
"Okay, other baby, hop on." Jesper can still make jokes while balls deep inside of his lover.
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His gaze never once wavers from Jesper's once he feels the other man's attention focus in on them like they're the only ones left in the world. The festival still waiting for them to attend would beg to differ, but Claude also tunes it and everything else out when familiar lips trap a sound he'd like to hear more of against his skin.
In the same instant those hands on him turn from adoration alone to adoration with want behind it, he's arching back again to meet Sylvain's arousal and press against it to encourage more. More touches, more interest when this tips from being a way to pass the time before departing to something well worth sacrificing the state of his outfit for.
"Are you looking for a show, Jesper?" The supposed innocence of that question is entirely offset by the fact that Claude reaches against for one of Sylvain's roaming hands, not content to let him make the next move no matter how nice that grasp on him growing more deliberate by the minute is. This time he directs that hand south to where his own arousal will be made readily apparent by touch and loose clothing becoming less so beneath Sylvain's touch. And since he can't touch Jesper at current, he'll have to let words do some of that work for him.
"Surely the years have taught you we're capable of putting one on just to your liking. Or," as he shifts his arm draped around Sylvain's neck up to slide a hand into red hair for the start of a grasp on it, "we could choose for you."
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Arousal hangs in the air and then seems to submerge the room in it, another aftermath of his influence around them, adding to the heat and taste of want.
"Oh I don't think I've been subtle about wanting a show, dearest." He gestures with a hand and Claude's clothes simply unravel underneath him, curling to the ground. No need to worry about it, he'll fix them later when they are getting ready again to go out, but he wants to watch Sylvain's hands on his naked body and sees no reason to wait.
Now he gets to admire the view of Claude made (unfairly) bare by his powers, Sylvain holding him close behind, and he smirks, tapping golden fingernails against his cheek. "Please do continue even if I unwrapped the present for you."
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"Oh, good. now he really can't get annoyed at me for mussing his shiny outfit."
His one hand remains teasing and tweaking against the darkened nub of a nipple as he presses in against Claude's back, pinning him against his broad chest. And he lets his other be guided lower, already knowing where Claude is guiding him. Fingers curl knowingly around the man's cock, teasing him with slow and sure strokes, knowing exactly how Claude likes it. And also exactly how to draw those sensations out to drive the man slowly mad when he plays with giving him just shy of what he really wants.
He does make a soft sound of pleasure as he feels those fingers tangle in his hair thought, hips arching to push more firmly against the curve of Claude's ass in response. his own growing arousal would be impossible to miss and he turns his head slightly to nip at Claude's throat in retaliation, although his gaze never leaves Jesper. The way he reclines, the way he's tugged his own cock out to tease, giving them a show in return.
"Sounds to me like you're plotting again, love."
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The same of which can be said for Sylvain's hands and their deft and talented work. The slow strokes have Claude lazily canting his hips forward into those fingers when them combined with desire have his cock hardening. Deliberately he rocks back every now and then at a languid pace to encourage Sylvain's own cock with added friction beyond what's been sought. He could reach a hand back between them in what's an equally familiar to stroke him in time, though no sooner has the thought crossed his mind when a tweak of fingers has him inhaling something not quite a gasp between parted lips. They could put on a teasing enough show just like this, Claude knows, and it's tempting to take their time.
All three of them certainly like to draw that out of each other in varying degrees; he could also wait to hear what plots are on Jesper's mind. Then again, why not encourage things along? His other hand goes back after all but to run fingertips along Sylvain's shoulder blade before switching to lightly dragging his nails next in appreciation for admiration coming from all sides between the man wrapped around him and the one on the bed appreciating the view just getting started.
"So many options for Jesper to choose from for what he wants," then a pause to reset his grasp in Sylvain's hair to something tighter in admiration of one particularly pleasing stroke that's still not quite enough even as he turns brush his lips against what he can reach of Sylvain's face in the tiniest sliver of impatience, "though I'm still not opposed to picking one ourselves. What do you think, my love?"
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It's a beautiful sight. Sylvain and his shock of bright red hair, Claude's fingers tangled in them, his giant build behind Claude and around him. His eyes take their time traveling over their muscular bodies, over the inches he's spent time putting his mouth on over the centuries, and he is smug and pleased in his seat of honor at the moment. His tongue runs over his lips when his gaze fixes on Claude's cock and the stroke of a large hand on it, thinking about the taste of it in his mouth.
"I want you to fuck him, Sylvain. The details and position are fully up to you two, I can make a perfect view wherever I want." Jesper is remarkably good at modifying space around him for his own pleasure, so he can just make himself move if he needs a different angle, which he absolutely will. For now he's content to watch them put on their own pornography for him, a reward of the highest order in his opinion. He only does one teasing stroke on himself from bottom to top and then wraps his hand right under his head, holding it firmly so he doesn't get too excited.
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"Gonna borrow your clothes for a minute, love. Might as well put them to good use, while they're not necessary elsewhere."
A gesture, as golden thread winds together into a long sash, then winds its way around Claude's wrists in a snug grip, holding him suspended and stretched taut enough it's just shy of pulling him up on the balls of his feet. Emphasizing all those lithe muscles on display and the gorgeous lines of his toned body. Working magic like that is not something that typically falls in his skillset but between his three lovers he's picked up a trick or two along the way. Still, it's not as ornate as one of the others could have done, more practical than pretty.
Not that Claude needs help with being pretty. He manages that just fine on his own.
Sylvain's hands return to touching and teasing their way back down his body, even as he shifts in behind him, nudging his legs a little further apart as he presses his own cock against the curve of Claude's ass. He lets one hand slide down to lift one of Claude's legs, leaving him balanced on one foot. And leaving him in a far more exposed position. The fingers of his other hand slide down to tease over his cock, a slow, teasing trace along the underside, from root to tip.
Except he's enacted another bit of magic - a spell he is very skilled in after all these centuries. It had started out by being able to feel emotions in others but he's honed it far beyond that since then. And he stretches it out no, sending those sensations outwards instead. So that when his fingers trace along Claude's cock, Jesper will feel the same caress on his own skin, a phantom touch shared between both of them. With one slide of his hand, he can pleasure them both and anything he makes Claude feel, an echo will tease Jesper at the same time.
Sylvain's eyes are dark and smug, lips curved into a smirk as his gaze remains locked on their lover, to catch his reaction when he picks up on the trick.
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It's that trust which makes this enjoyable as the restraints are completed and he finds himself ever so slightly suspended within the air. It's anticipation which has him fully hard now as if any of them needed proof of how this in particular caters to his interests. Not that it'll be as simple as this, of course. The tease of Sylvain's length behind him and that hand over his own cock again have him swallowing an impatience noise before it can be heard.
"I didn't know you were planning on fucking my thighs to satisfy Jesper's request." A playful pout's in those words as Claude arches again. A show once more to play into all those angles Sylvain's moved him into to be on display when he knows what ones play into his strengths with a preciseness, and one also to press back against Sylvain's cock. Less than what he'd usually prefer to offer, but with one leg in Sylvain's grip and the other foot basically skimming the ground it's the best he can offer.
Until, that is, he catches onto Sylvain's magic reaching even farther than the threads around him and his interest sharpens yet again. "But if you're planning on making him impatient, I think it's only fair he also gets tied up."
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Except then Sylvain plays his little trick and he should have seen that coming, which his moan communicates when words don't come easily to his mouth right away. "You fiend," Jesper finally says, swallowing as the lust settles comfortably over his shoulders. He takes his hand off himself so that Sylvain is entirely in control of both of them now, restraint meaning more than only who is being tied up.
"Impatient, isn't he?" Jesper drawls about Claude trying to provoke about the thighs, but he's grinning ear-to-ear because Claude deserves every drawn out second to torment him given his own nature. That's why it is so much fun when he's the one who has to be put on display and used, rather than getting to control the situation. Every version of it is fun, but Jesper does have a fondness for watching Claude get swept out of his head and into his feelings.
"Twist my arm why don't you." Jesper says, amused, and doesn't need to be asked at all. This is one of his favorite kinks. The nearby stretches of cloth turn into bindings themselves and he puts his arms up, hands immediately wrapped around and tied to the headboard. "We're at your mercy, Sylvain. All yours." Jesper may be the one being the voyeur but now that Sylvain has added phandom pleasure to it, he's fully invested.
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Which is an impressive title, really, considering the three of them currently in this room.
That smirk is audibly in his voice though as he gestures his fingers and gathers some more of that loose thread, enough to loop under Claude's knee and suspend it there so he can free up both his hands. For a moment, he's tempted to lift the other leg, too, have Claude completely suspended for their viewing, but he looks so good like this. That can wait a bit.
But with his hands free, he doesn't hesitate in exploring over Claude's heated skin, seeking out sensitivity, teasing more of that arousal simmering in his blood. And every touch, every caress, ever tease, gets translated to Jesper now as well. Watching how their lover's body responds to the sensation, even as he feels Claude's react where they're pressed flush together.
"That didn't actually require much twisting at all." To play on those words his fingers pinch lightly at a nipple, tugging and twisting it to hardness, a hint of sharpness to the play, to add an edge to the caresses. "And tsk. That is very dangerous permission to give me, you know."
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No less lackluster in the sass put behind it, though the retort itself rather is thanks to those roaming hands which Sylvain knows are all too effective after the threads shift him again. All touches Claude never tires of no matter how slowly they might move in the name of every last bit of anticipation he himself has unleashed on both lovers separately and together over the years as a sharp inhale leaves him when fingers begin to tweak. A routine he truly never tires of - as they well know - and one made all the better by watching restraints wind their way around Jesper, too.
"Are you planning on doing any actual twisting?" Plenty of experience has taught him there's more than a chance that challenging Sylvain on anything will be met with the same stubbornness he knows well is within him. But with his hands rather limited and that lone foot to brush against the floor every so often not providing much other opportunities: running his mouth it is. "Rather tame for having both of us at your mercy, you know."
He's taking his chances on that for both him and Jesper at the same time thanks to that magic, after all.
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But seriously, seeing Claude strung up like this on full display, a flush in his pretty cheeks and every inch of him being hungrily admired, it's something to behold. Incredibly hot. He moans at the twist on the nipple, always sensitive there himself in the best sense, and his legs stretch out to the sides, putting himself in his naked glory on show too. He has nothing to rub himself against other than air so he'll just have to suffer. They both will.
"I see the plan here." He grins. "You want both of us to be begging for you to fuck us. Genius." One begging is good enough, but he's set up a situation where his partners are at his mercy and experiencing the same act. Fuckery on two levels. "If we're very good and beg you pretty enough, are you going to give it to us, baby?"
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There's a smirk in his voice as he watches Jesper stretch and strain on the bed, knowing what he's feeling. Can feel the same reactions shudder through Claude where he keeps him pinned flush against his chest.
But despite his words, he knows there's little he'd ever deny his lovers - either one of them.
With Claude restrained and suspended as he is, it's easy for Sylvain to murmur the spell to slick his fingers, sliding them teasingly against his entrance - knowing Jesper will be able to see every movement, as well as feel it. he takes his time, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside, stretching Claude open with a single finger, then two, taking his time in working him open. And purposefully brushing his fingertips over the man's prostate anytime he suspected the man was going to start getting impatient and sassy about something. It was a pretty effective method of short-circuiting the man's brain, he'd found.
And his other hand keeps moving around Claude's cock, stroking deliberate and slow. Enough to keep him squirming but not push him too far too fast. He was enjoying how much it tormented the both of them while he got to watch, got to feel.
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Realistically, that isn't going to be an option for long. Claude knows it, Jesper knows it, Sylvain absolutely knows it with all those very deliberate escalations of touch which aren't quite enough as little promises of what might come if they give into those desires. Even the fingers as a welcome addition for something more focused are intentionally not enough, not even when he runs his mouth a bit too much and earns a curve of them and Sylvain gets rewarded with a sharp inhale while Claude still holds onto his eroding control while he can.
Claude swallows back the frustrated noise threatening to break free to not give Sylvain the satisfaction - as if it can't be felt anyway when there's no real disguising it thanks to this ability or that one - and instead tips his head back to lean against the other man's broad shoulder behind him while watching Jesper through half-lidded eyes. They're both being wound up, after all, and if Jesper's enjoying this sight then the same is true for Claude as he runs his gaze slowly across the man in question's spread form. Even if he won't cave to beg just yet, nothing says he can't play on that to give Jesper more of what he wants, too, as he does his best to brush a kiss to what he can reach of Sylvain's jaw.
"Jesper did say he wanted a show, didn't he? He looks a little too relaxed still. I bet-" brief pause for a curse through gritted teeth as another too slow pass of Sylvain's hand along his cock nearly derails him again, a betrayal in not so many words he also wants for himself what he's about to describe - "you could put those talented hands to even better use for both of us. Make him arch off the bed even more."
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"You are such a problem," he scolds him, which is definitely a compliment. Jesper does feel as if he's the one being prepared, as if he's the one being stimulated on both ends. The troublesome part being that he's not. His cock is hard and untouched and his body lacking the caresses he would love to be real, but they have time. He's just being extra tortured without the follow through. Instead he leans into the magical aspect and makes the restraints around his hands harsher so he doesn't get tempted to touch himself.
"Just so you know, sweetheart, as soon as you're done fucking him, I am going to fuck you through this bed. I'm going to break the damn thing. I'm going to smother you in these sheets." Jesper's both threatening and promising, but he's grinning all the while. It's a joke but also not, he looks forward to being able to give it back to Sylvain in full later. "And I'll let Claude decide how long I torment you before you come, so be very thoughtful about your actions here." Jesper always gives in! Claude, not so much.
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The words are smirked into the back of Claude's shoulder a moment before teeth bite lightly into the flesh there, leaving redness behind, even as he thrusts his fingers in, fast and deep, scissoring them within him. And then purposefully focusing on his prostate while he slows his strokes around the man's cock. Alternating where he stimulates, making sure it's never too much at once.
His eyes remain locked on Jesper's gorgeous form stretched out on the bed, reading the reactions written in his movements, his expressions, the sounds he makes, even as he feels the same in the man caught against him. Deeply in-tune with both of them and focused on their shared pleasure. he knows what both of his lovers enjoy and he doles out a generous amount of teasing for both of them, even if his hands were only on Claude's body.
But wanting his hands elsewhere, it's not long before he's satisfied with how stretched Claude is and he withdraws his fingers long enough to slick his cock, sliding the head over that tight ring of muscle.
And then he's grasping Claude's hips and pushing into his lover with one sharp, deep thrust, knowing that both of them would feel the stretch of being filled without any further warning or him bothering to slow to give them time to adjust. He doesn't give them time to catch their breaths either, barely hesitating before he starts fucking the suspended man now impaled so tightly on his cock.
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Another time when those deft fingers aren't causing him to punctuate those words with little noises just barely held back, that might've founded a little more ominous. As it is it'll have to do as they're ground out while pretending like he's not absolutely giving into what Sylvain wants. In this, at least, because he means every word about delays.
Is this also his way of telling Sylvain to hurry up already? Maybe. Claude knows it'll be (correctly) heard as that as it is. A little bossiness never hurts even if he's one of the ones tied up and at Sylvain's mercy at the moment.
But not long when it comes to waiting now because that cock sliding into him with a familiar roughness they bring out of each other all around gets an exhale that's closer to the moan the other is looking for. Fruitlessly his fingers clench onto nothing but those ribbons wound through his grasp when he'd really like to be sinking them into someone else's skin besides his own, and they offer no leverage to press back against Sylvain like he wants even as each thrust takes him deeper.
"Harder," gets gasped out as close of a command as he can make it as one particular angle brings pleasure which threatens to wipe his mind clean of thoughts, not only for himself but the sight of Jesper on the bed enjoying both the view and the sensations as he makes sure to tighten around Sylvain as much as he can.
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Jesper's back does arch right off the bed with how good that intense first thrust feels and he pants. He can also feel the helplessness that Claude's going through being tied as he is and unable to push back, Jesper's hips pushing down into the bed because he's trying to do the same thing against a cock that isn't there. He can't get a hand on himself and doesn't angle toward the bed to rub any friction out of it, playing by the rules by humping at the air desperately.
"Don't stop," is gasped out from Sylvain's second lover. The fact that Sylvain is going ruthless right away means good things for them. "Do you think you can make me come untouched and not even be the one fucked, Sylvain?" Jesper grins at him, gray eyes silver as they latch onto Claude's face. He is so pretty it hurts sometimes but the expression on his face is perfection. "Because my money's on you, sweetheart." Jesper may lose his goddamn mind before it happens, but it's absolutely doable in this situation.
"Fuck us like you mean it."