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.
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Date: 2024-01-28 03:20 am (UTC)[ 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.