[ Those tiny movements as Sylvain tries to listen to silent instruction, the unvoiced plea in each, and those that are in the noises coming from him - if it wasn't for having a mostly solid grasp on his plans, it'd be far more tempting to ride this to the crest of that pleasure he can tell is increasing with each gasp of air signaling it drawing closer.
As he comes to the tip of Sylvain's cock this time, Claude runs his tongue slowly over the head once more and releases it after. No more of that for now as he presses his mouth to one of Sylvain's hips next, tempted to sink his teeth into skin there. But a better idea - to him - follows, and he trails slow kisses down along the top of a thigh before moving to the inside of it. It's there instead he applies his attentions as (semi-) innocent kisses turn into open mouthed ones with pressure to start on the constellations he means to leave behind.
It's hands off now as he withdraws his fingers from teasing Sylvain with the last few strokes having been decidedly not deep enough, then slower until they'd stopped entirely as he'd pulled back. Limits now, in fact, any touch to just his mouth alone moving along other sensitive patches he's learned on those inner thighs to leave one mark after another in his wake so long as the process of them being left is being enjoyed with his hands braced against the bed as he moves to the other thigh to leave scattered ones there, too. ]
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As he comes to the tip of Sylvain's cock this time, Claude runs his tongue slowly over the head once more and releases it after. No more of that for now as he presses his mouth to one of Sylvain's hips next, tempted to sink his teeth into skin there. But a better idea - to him - follows, and he trails slow kisses down along the top of a thigh before moving to the inside of it. It's there instead he applies his attentions as (semi-) innocent kisses turn into open mouthed ones with pressure to start on the constellations he means to leave behind.
It's hands off now as he withdraws his fingers from teasing Sylvain with the last few strokes having been decidedly not deep enough, then slower until they'd stopped entirely as he'd pulled back. Limits now, in fact, any touch to just his mouth alone moving along other sensitive patches he's learned on those inner thighs to leave one mark after another in his wake so long as the process of them being left is being enjoyed with his hands braced against the bed as he moves to the other thigh to leave scattered ones there, too. ]