[ As predicted - hoped, Sylvain takes advantage of that added freedom to move with an intensity which drags a particularly pleased moan from him and has his fingers winding into the bedding beneath them. That alone would be enough to drag him over the edge if not for determination here. There's one more shift to be made yet, even if it's not to reach for the other's hands much as that same desire has been strong this whole time.
This time it's to account for the pace Sylvain sets to rock back into each thrust to offer him that much more of what he's seeking in each one. The noises growing ever louder is a reward as they sink into something well repeated and enjoyed as he goes by sight and feeling alone to lavish attention onto the other for what's being paid to him now with each lift of those hips until he watches Sylvain arch beneath him.
As Sylvain unravels, Claude stays in motion to ride it out with him to amplify every last moment of pleasure even as he collapses back to the bed spent. Mere seconds later it's that sight which undoes him as always and more so now when this is what he wanted with his name on the other's lips just as much as the reverse is true as he spills across Sylvain's stomach.
There are no clever words this time as he tries to catch his breath in the aftermath, leaning down to press his forehead to the other man's for a moment before pressing a kiss to his cheek right below the blindfold. Which will go in just another minute as soon as sense returns to him a bit more or (or perhaps and) he remembers how to move beyond dragging more kisses across Sylvain's face that will have to do for the praise he might otherwise say. ]
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This time it's to account for the pace Sylvain sets to rock back into each thrust to offer him that much more of what he's seeking in each one. The noises growing ever louder is a reward as they sink into something well repeated and enjoyed as he goes by sight and feeling alone to lavish attention onto the other for what's being paid to him now with each lift of those hips until he watches Sylvain arch beneath him.
As Sylvain unravels, Claude stays in motion to ride it out with him to amplify every last moment of pleasure even as he collapses back to the bed spent. Mere seconds later it's that sight which undoes him as always and more so now when this is what he wanted with his name on the other's lips just as much as the reverse is true as he spills across Sylvain's stomach.
There are no clever words this time as he tries to catch his breath in the aftermath, leaning down to press his forehead to the other man's for a moment before pressing a kiss to his cheek right below the blindfold. Which will go in just another minute as soon as sense returns to him a bit more or (or perhaps and) he remembers how to move beyond dragging more kisses across Sylvain's face that will have to do for the praise he might otherwise say. ]