[ 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. ]
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Date: 2024-02-18 04:52 pm (UTC)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. ]