[ 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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Date: 2024-02-16 04:49 pm (UTC)[ 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. ]