Sylvain's lips curve into a slow smile at the suggestion, even though he's plotting something of his own now. Jesper's words fit in perfectly with that idea, though, so he just chuckles and gives Claude's cock another slow stroke before releasing him. His hands only slide up the man's body, however, to his arms and then along the length of them. Drawing Claude's hands up above him, his own fingers curled around his wrists.
"Gonna borrow your clothes for a minute, love. Might as well put them to good use, while they're not necessary elsewhere."
A gesture, as golden thread winds together into a long sash, then winds its way around Claude's wrists in a snug grip, holding him suspended and stretched taut enough it's just shy of pulling him up on the balls of his feet. Emphasizing all those lithe muscles on display and the gorgeous lines of his toned body. Working magic like that is not something that typically falls in his skillset but between his three lovers he's picked up a trick or two along the way. Still, it's not as ornate as one of the others could have done, more practical than pretty.
Not that Claude needs help with being pretty. He manages that just fine on his own.
Sylvain's hands return to touching and teasing their way back down his body, even as he shifts in behind him, nudging his legs a little further apart as he presses his own cock against the curve of Claude's ass. He lets one hand slide down to lift one of Claude's legs, leaving him balanced on one foot. And leaving him in a far more exposed position. The fingers of his other hand slide down to tease over his cock, a slow, teasing trace along the underside, from root to tip.
Except he's enacted another bit of magic - a spell he is very skilled in after all these centuries. It had started out by being able to feel emotions in others but he's honed it far beyond that since then. And he stretches it out no, sending those sensations outwards instead. So that when his fingers trace along Claude's cock, Jesper will feel the same caress on his own skin, a phantom touch shared between both of them. With one slide of his hand, he can pleasure them both and anything he makes Claude feel, an echo will tease Jesper at the same time.
Sylvain's eyes are dark and smug, lips curved into a smirk as his gaze remains locked on their lover, to catch his reaction when he picks up on the trick.
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"Gonna borrow your clothes for a minute, love. Might as well put them to good use, while they're not necessary elsewhere."
A gesture, as golden thread winds together into a long sash, then winds its way around Claude's wrists in a snug grip, holding him suspended and stretched taut enough it's just shy of pulling him up on the balls of his feet. Emphasizing all those lithe muscles on display and the gorgeous lines of his toned body. Working magic like that is not something that typically falls in his skillset but between his three lovers he's picked up a trick or two along the way. Still, it's not as ornate as one of the others could have done, more practical than pretty.
Not that Claude needs help with being pretty. He manages that just fine on his own.
Sylvain's hands return to touching and teasing their way back down his body, even as he shifts in behind him, nudging his legs a little further apart as he presses his own cock against the curve of Claude's ass. He lets one hand slide down to lift one of Claude's legs, leaving him balanced on one foot. And leaving him in a far more exposed position. The fingers of his other hand slide down to tease over his cock, a slow, teasing trace along the underside, from root to tip.
Except he's enacted another bit of magic - a spell he is very skilled in after all these centuries. It had started out by being able to feel emotions in others but he's honed it far beyond that since then. And he stretches it out no, sending those sensations outwards instead. So that when his fingers trace along Claude's cock, Jesper will feel the same caress on his own skin, a phantom touch shared between both of them. With one slide of his hand, he can pleasure them both and anything he makes Claude feel, an echo will tease Jesper at the same time.
Sylvain's eyes are dark and smug, lips curved into a smirk as his gaze remains locked on their lover, to catch his reaction when he picks up on the trick.