Realistically, that isn't going to be an option for long. Claude knows it, Jesper knows it, Sylvain absolutely knows it with all those very deliberate escalations of touch which aren't quite enough as little promises of what might come if they give into those desires. Even the fingers as a welcome addition for something more focused are intentionally not enough, not even when he runs his mouth a bit too much and earns a curve of them and Sylvain gets rewarded with a sharp inhale while Claude still holds onto his eroding control while he can.
Claude swallows back the frustrated noise threatening to break free to not give Sylvain the satisfaction - as if it can't be felt anyway when there's no real disguising it thanks to this ability or that one - and instead tips his head back to lean against the other man's broad shoulder behind him while watching Jesper through half-lidded eyes. They're both being wound up, after all, and if Jesper's enjoying this sight then the same is true for Claude as he runs his gaze slowly across the man in question's spread form. Even if he won't cave to beg just yet, nothing says he can't play on that to give Jesper more of what he wants, too, as he does his best to brush a kiss to what he can reach of Sylvain's jaw.
"Jesper did say he wanted a show, didn't he? He looks a little too relaxed still. I bet-" brief pause for a curse through gritted teeth as another too slow pass of Sylvain's hand along his cock nearly derails him again, a betrayal in not so many words he also wants for himself what he's about to describe - "you could put those talented hands to even better use for both of us. Make him arch off the bed even more."
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Realistically, that isn't going to be an option for long. Claude knows it, Jesper knows it, Sylvain absolutely knows it with all those very deliberate escalations of touch which aren't quite enough as little promises of what might come if they give into those desires. Even the fingers as a welcome addition for something more focused are intentionally not enough, not even when he runs his mouth a bit too much and earns a curve of them and Sylvain gets rewarded with a sharp inhale while Claude still holds onto his eroding control while he can.
Claude swallows back the frustrated noise threatening to break free to not give Sylvain the satisfaction - as if it can't be felt anyway when there's no real disguising it thanks to this ability or that one - and instead tips his head back to lean against the other man's broad shoulder behind him while watching Jesper through half-lidded eyes. They're both being wound up, after all, and if Jesper's enjoying this sight then the same is true for Claude as he runs his gaze slowly across the man in question's spread form. Even if he won't cave to beg just yet, nothing says he can't play on that to give Jesper more of what he wants, too, as he does his best to brush a kiss to what he can reach of Sylvain's jaw.
"Jesper did say he wanted a show, didn't he? He looks a little too relaxed still. I bet-" brief pause for a curse through gritted teeth as another too slow pass of Sylvain's hand along his cock nearly derails him again, a betrayal in not so many words he also wants for himself what he's about to describe - "you could put those talented hands to even better use for both of us. Make him arch off the bed even more."