[ There’s a little resistance when Claude tries to still the movement of his hips, but Sylvain relents, even though his hips still jolt and jerk as he tries to hold still like Claude apparently wanted. It’s hard, though, with that clever tongue teasing along his length as he sinks into the other man’s mouth. As those fingers stretch him open, deep and fast and in a way that makes him ache to rock to meet them, to take more.
His teeth bite down on his lower lip, but it does nothing to muffle the moans and soft whimpers every time Claude finds an especially sensitive spot inside him, or along his cock. Especially since he's an expert on zeroing in on every single one of them.
It’s not long before he’s breathless, body shuddering as that pleasure builds. Not that he’s really holding any of it back. But it’s easier to lose himself in it with the world dark around him and his only tether the feel of Claude’s hands and mouth on his skin. ]
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His teeth bite down on his lower lip, but it does nothing to muffle the moans and soft whimpers every time Claude finds an especially sensitive spot inside him, or along his cock. Especially since he's an expert on zeroing in on every single one of them.
It’s not long before he’s breathless, body shuddering as that pleasure builds. Not that he’s really holding any of it back. But it’s easier to lose himself in it with the world dark around him and his only tether the feel of Claude’s hands and mouth on his skin. ]