[ The loss of that delicious mouth around his cock gets a whimper, hips jolting in an aborted effort to chase after it before he remembers to hold still. The feeling of that mouth is close and he wants it to come back and if that means playing Claude’s game, he’ll try. Even if impatience is written in every line of his body. His cock jerks against his stomach, leaking against the skin there with visible evidence of how close he’d been to that edge.
And then Claude’s fingers withdraw as well, earning a very needy whine as Sylvain’s body writhes and stretches - against the bindings, towards where he knows Claude is, when all he can feel now is the trail of his lips. ]
Fuck, fuck, are you trying to drive me slowly mad?
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Date: 2024-03-24 04:09 pm (UTC)And then Claude’s fingers withdraw as well, earning a very needy whine as Sylvain’s body writhes and stretches - against the bindings, towards where he knows Claude is, when all he can feel now is the trail of his lips. ]
Fuck, fuck, are you trying to drive me slowly mad?