The feeling of that moan vibrating along his length has Sylvain's body arching in pleasure, head falling back against Claude's shoulder as he gives a low cry. Jesper had always been incredibly skilled at this, and his centuries of memorizing every inch of Sylvain's body had only made him better at it. His throat is tight as it works around him, the lack of gag reflex meaning the god can take him deeper than most and he does his best not to choke him too roughly with his cock, fingers fisting in the sheets to either side of him now.

And then Claude's fingers are wrapping around the base of his cock, joining in the torment, even as he feels the press of the his cock against his ass. Proof of his desire - something that still makes Sylvain breathless every time, even now that they've come back together again for so many years. It's not something he will ever take for granted.

He rocks again, caught now between the press of that cock and the wet heat of Jesper's mouth, the stroke of Claude's hand. It's dizzying as they assault his senses with building waves of pleasure and his lips part in a ragged pant for air as Claude's lips tease against the curve of his ear. Murmurs those words in that tone of voice that would make him instantly hard anyway, even if he weren't already there.

And Claude has no idea how true those words are. Centuries now. And he has no lack of ideas.

"Fuck. It should definitely go everywhere possible. I'm feeling greedy."