[ The shift is subtle, but everything feels more intense like this. Each of Claude's touches, the noises of pleasure he makes. The shift of his weight atop him, which suddenly gives Sylvain just enough freedom to take advantage of the situation.
Which he does, hips rocking up to press deep within the other man riding him, breathless groan torn from his lips at the feeling of Claude clenching tight around him. The sound of the strain in Claude's voice is enough to get another moan from him and his hands twitch and tug in restless impatience, wanting to reach for him, to touch him, but he relishes what he can get for the moment.
Even if the other man is driving him slowly mad. As he so often does.
he curses, the sound breathless and strained as he slams up into the tight body above his, going by feel alone, so it's not the most graceful, but it's certainly not lacking in eagerness. His hips pick up the pace, fueled by the need that burns under his skin. Claude had already pushed him a good part of the way and it's easy to push the rest, chasing his pleasure as he fucks up into the man above him. Takes them both farther, even if Claude still has the lion's share of the control here. It's fine, Sylvain knows how to work with what he has.
And it's not long before the last shreds of his own control are unravelling, his breathing coming more frantic and harsh, the moans spilling more freely now, not bothering at all to try and stay quiet. The tension builds, Claude's name slipping from his lips like a plea, like a prayer. And then his cock is pulsing hotly within the tight clench of the other man's body, pulsing and spilling hotly as his body arches with the force of it, coming hard enough that it feels like everything seizes up, only to leave him slumping back to the bed in the aftermath, sweaty and breathless, muscles twitching and trembling in the aftershocks of orgasm. ]
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Which he does, hips rocking up to press deep within the other man riding him, breathless groan torn from his lips at the feeling of Claude clenching tight around him. The sound of the strain in Claude's voice is enough to get another moan from him and his hands twitch and tug in restless impatience, wanting to reach for him, to touch him, but he relishes what he can get for the moment.
Even if the other man is driving him slowly mad. As he so often does.
he curses, the sound breathless and strained as he slams up into the tight body above his, going by feel alone, so it's not the most graceful, but it's certainly not lacking in eagerness. His hips pick up the pace, fueled by the need that burns under his skin. Claude had already pushed him a good part of the way and it's easy to push the rest, chasing his pleasure as he fucks up into the man above him. Takes them both farther, even if Claude still has the lion's share of the control here. It's fine, Sylvain knows how to work with what he has.
And it's not long before the last shreds of his own control are unravelling, his breathing coming more frantic and harsh, the moans spilling more freely now, not bothering at all to try and stay quiet. The tension builds, Claude's name slipping from his lips like a plea, like a prayer. And then his cock is pulsing hotly within the tight clench of the other man's body, pulsing and spilling hotly as his body arches with the force of it, coming hard enough that it feels like everything seizes up, only to leave him slumping back to the bed in the aftermath, sweaty and breathless, muscles twitching and trembling in the aftershocks of orgasm. ]