[ If he wasn't so distracted by each of Hilda's movements and all the possibilities of what could follow each one as the next, Claude might've scoffed at the idea that any of them didn't enjoy compliments as much as the other no matter who was being compared. But on this - well, he'll take it. For now, since there's a fine line between being too difficult and not getting what he'd like and riling them both up.
Or himself, since when Claude finally pauses to find what it is he wants to say, he's already followed Hilda's gaze to Sylvain's repose - or what would be if it wasn't for that very active interest in what might come that. Something they share, though as Hilda's lips and teeth skim across his thighs in an echo of something from so many nights and far too many nights since the last, and what results is a not at all subtle sharp inhale when each press of her mouth sends shivers radiating. It's the realization of the latter combined with desire serves to derail his thoughts for a solid few seconds as he holds her gaze with all of it apparent.
There's an answer - an obvious one, and one obvious for more reasons than one as he suddenly realizes his hand had slipped unbidden from her face back into her hair wherever his fingertips could find to rest in her hairstyle - and it rests on the tip of his tongue for a moment to teeter back and forth. It isn't hesitation keeping him from but something else in mind when he's quick to answer before Sylvain does, with any luck. ]
Those are a good start, but I bet we can think of some other ones. [ And with a smirk cut sideways to where Sylvain's seated, he'll hold the other man's gaze if he catches it for a second before looking back to Hilda next. ] Or we could take some mercy on Sylvain - for now - and let him choose and see about earning some praise.
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Date: 2024-03-03 07:54 pm (UTC)Or himself, since when Claude finally pauses to find what it is he wants to say, he's already followed Hilda's gaze to Sylvain's repose - or what would be if it wasn't for that very active interest in what might come that. Something they share, though as Hilda's lips and teeth skim across his thighs in an echo of something from so many nights and far too many nights since the last, and what results is a not at all subtle sharp inhale when each press of her mouth sends shivers radiating. It's the realization of the latter combined with desire serves to derail his thoughts for a solid few seconds as he holds her gaze with all of it apparent.
There's an answer - an obvious one, and one obvious for more reasons than one as he suddenly realizes his hand had slipped unbidden from her face back into her hair wherever his fingertips could find to rest in her hairstyle - and it rests on the tip of his tongue for a moment to teeter back and forth. It isn't hesitation keeping him from but something else in mind when he's quick to answer before Sylvain does, with any luck. ]
Those are a good start, but I bet we can think of some other ones. [ And with a smirk cut sideways to where Sylvain's seated, he'll hold the other man's gaze if he catches it for a second before looking back to Hilda next. ] Or we could take some mercy on Sylvain - for now - and let him choose and see about earning some praise.