The sudden shift of fabric to flesh beneath his fingers draws a chuckle from Sylvain, even as his hands are quick to take advantage of this new freedom to explore and tease.

"Oh, good. now he really can't get annoyed at me for mussing his shiny outfit."

His one hand remains teasing and tweaking against the darkened nub of a nipple as he presses in against Claude's back, pinning him against his broad chest. And he lets his other be guided lower, already knowing where Claude is guiding him. Fingers curl knowingly around the man's cock, teasing him with slow and sure strokes, knowing exactly how Claude likes it. And also exactly how to draw those sensations out to drive the man slowly mad when he plays with giving him just shy of what he really wants.

He does make a soft sound of pleasure as he feels those fingers tangle in his hair thought, hips arching to push more firmly against the curve of Claude's ass in response. his own growing arousal would be impossible to miss and he turns his head slightly to nip at Claude's throat in retaliation, although his gaze never leaves Jesper. The way he reclines, the way he's tugged his own cock out to tease, giving them a show in return.

"Sounds to me like you're plotting again, love."