[ It takes him a moment to answer, because Claude sinking down on his cock like that had driven all thoughts straight out of his head. He gives a breathless, wanton groan, hips bucking up in a shallow motion, just to feel the man above him tighten around him in response. Claude hadn't stretched himself nearly enough - yes, Sylvain could tell, knew what it felt like both when he did and didn't - and the man was excruciatingly tight around the length and width of his cock, making it hard to focus on anything but the feel of him.
His head turns slightly, lips chasing the feel of the man's mouth against his jaw, moving back towards his ear. He wants to taste him, feel him, make him come fucking unraveled, the same way he was driving Sylvain mad. ]
You decide. [ he finally gasps out, because this is Claude's game, and he knows the other man will be able to decide better than him at the moment. That requires too much thinking and his brain is currently incapable of that. Besides. Both options are good, so it's a win/win. ]
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His head turns slightly, lips chasing the feel of the man's mouth against his jaw, moving back towards his ear. He wants to taste him, feel him, make him come fucking unraveled, the same way he was driving Sylvain mad. ]
You decide. [ he finally gasps out, because this is Claude's game, and he knows the other man will be able to decide better than him at the moment. That requires too much thinking and his brain is currently incapable of that. Besides. Both options are good, so it's a win/win. ]