[ 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.
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Date: 2024-02-18 06:46 pm (UTC)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.