[ 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. ]
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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. ]