[ He'd spotted her a few times throughout the night, but still wasn't entirely certain his guess was right. he hadn't had a chance to get close enough to look deeper into his guess, either. At least, not until he spotted her slipping out a side door in the direction of the Rose Maze.
Finishing off his wine, he excuses himself from the conversation he'd been halfheartedly taking part in and moved to follow her, slipping silently out onto the patio and moving to her side.
Just as her hand came out to latch onto his with a surprising grip and his golden eyes flit to her masked face, even though it gives nothing away, especially since he can't currently see her mouth - which tended to be one of the most obvious tells of what she was feeling.
And he still wasn't entirely certain he'd guessed correctly in the first place.
The offer, however, gets a quick and easy grin from him, lips curving to reveal teeth as he bent over her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles. ]
I'm not afraid of your claws. Even if they are sharp. In fact, that might just add to the allure.
[ His voice is low and husky, playful, but there's a deeper lilt, the faint traces of an accent that isn't normally there. Something he's adopted for the evening to help and hide his identity further. He doubts there's anyone here who might recognize the Srengi lilt to his words except for maybe Claude, and even that's doubtful. ]
[ A throaty laugh purrs from her lips and through her mask as she takes in the sight of the person whose hand she's holding. The words are honeyed and sweet, a common trend amongst the guests that she had been mingling with throughout the evening. There's something else about the low rumble of the fox's voice that rings some familiar bells, but the accent isn't one that she's heard before making it more difficult to place. ]
Flattery won't get you anywhere.
[ There's a hint of a chiding somewhere in her voice, but it's only a light one, meant to add to this more serious persona of hers that she definitely hadn't been sticking to as faithfully as she had intended. Golden orbs linger on their masked features before pulling hand away slowly. ]
[ He lingers over her hand a moment more before straightening. Although he doesn't release her, keeps her fingers twined with his now that he had them. He does smile down at her, however, playful and knowing. ]
And I'm not sure I believe that's true. The flattery bit. Are you so certain?
[ When her hand is stopped short of being pulled away, her eyes flit down towards their now intertwined fingers. Normally that wouldn't be cause for concern for her; she's a tactile person by nature, and holding hands, even if it was with a supposed stranger, isn't awfully offensive. After all, she had done it first.
But she almost forgets where she is for a moment, and after a beat raises an eyebrow before looking back up at Lief. ]
Why wouldn't I be?
[ There's a curious tilt of her head as she registers the look he's giving her. Her mind ticks through the list of people that she knows and it could be any number of them. A knowing look doesn't immediately rule anyone out however. ]
[ It's considerably warmer in the stairwell down into the guest quarters below deck of the cruise ship and the sound of Sylvain's low laughter precedes him down the corridor as he heads for the room they're sharing while onboard. He can hear Claude's footsteps just behind him, but as Hilda is currently draped over one of his broad shoulders, he can't actually look back to see him there.
When she squirms in his grip, he gives her ass a playful smack with one broad hand, smirking as he does so. ]
If you don't want me to accidentally damage this dress of yours, I'd hold still if I were you.
[ Below the deck of the Arcanis feels like a different world to where they had been moments before. The mood had shifted and once again whatever melancholy that had plagued her feels eons away. Her cape has served her well but is now bundled in her arms after she had somehow managed to wriggle out of it after Sylvain had unceremoniously thrown her over his shoulder like a pack of potatoes.
The jewelery and charms in her hair jingle as she wriggles over his shoulder laughing both out of embarrassment and joy. That comes to an abrupt end when there's a sharp smack to her ass and Claude is treated to the full view of her face flushing a deeper shade of pink as her eyes widen. A split second later her face breaks out into an incredulous expression as she twists her head in an attempt to see Sylvain. ]
Sylvain, you wouldn't! I told you how long it took me to stone this.
[ His warning seems somewhat effective. Somewhat. In the next breath she's turning back towards Claude eyes going wide and pleading. ]
Claude, help! Sylvain is being mean.
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[ There's nothing but laughter from Claude at the events in quick succession: the well-timed smack, Hilda's flush, and her subsequent plea which has an idea forming instantly. That he'd forfeited his gloves - well, that comes in awfully handy right now. ]
Help, you say?
[ In a tone which makes it immediately apparent, not that the other two haven't already guessed this, that Claude's about to offer no such help whatsoever. Will that stop him from stepping forward with the supposed guise of it anyway? Absolutely not and same for reaching out a hand - only to run those half-frozen (to Claude) fingers lightly and teasingly down her face, along her neck and down to a collarbone and further. That fun can be shared since his other equally cold hand gets slipped beneath the back of Sylvain's waistband, just for good measure. ]
How about that for a start?
[ There's as much innocence as he can manage in there, which is to say: none. ]
[ Claude could never manage innocence with the two of them anyway - they know him too well.
Sylvain gives a quiet hiss as those cold fingers slip down the back of his pants but fortunately he’s got a good enough grip on Hilda that nothing too terrible happens in the process
Still, he has to laugh, because he’s pretty sure Hilda’s about to be a lot more mad at Claude than she is at him. That worked out well for him, didn’t it? ]
And I see Claude continues to be the least helpful person ever. And you called me mean?!
[ As Claude's frigid (an exaggeration, but they're cold compared to her skin) fingers drag along her exposed skin Hilda lets out a noise equivalent to that of a startled cat. It immediately causes her to squirm in Sylvain's hold, her skin pebbling in the wake of Claude's touch. ]
You're both mean!
[ The squeal turns to a whine of annoyance as she immediately reaches out to try and swipe at Claude. She tips forward over Sylvain's shoulder, the scrape of the beading of her dress against Sylvain's skin probably not the most pleasant feeling - but she's been betrayed twice and in the same breath no less! The comfort of her would-be captor is the last thing on her mind. Her swipe doesn't connect with Claude's body - but she does manage to grab a fistful of his cloak drawing him closer to them. ]
I thought you'd be on my side. It's not my fault you gave me your gloves.
[ Claude says this as he breaks the latest kiss in a long line of many as they'd stumbled their way into bed on this particular night. Words had been forgotten for a little bit - an impressive feat for two men who enjoy using them to all kinds of advantages and upon each other all for the fun of seeing what might happen. What might not work, what absolutely will as it uncovers something else: all things Claude's stored away into forming this very idea he's dangling in front of Sylvain without much else context.
Or, well - there's some context given the state of half undress they're in when it'd been too much bother to get out of clothing first beyond fingers scrabbling over a button or a closure briefly in favor of urging Sylvain towards his waiting bed for once stripped of all books, papers, and anything else within it. Call it a slight bribe just like the leg he has between the other man's even as he has a hand inside his trousers to palm him, so it's with a smirk Claude withdraws his hand from teasing just to make sure there's no distractions.
As much as any such pause can last, anyway. ]
And that's only if you think you can handle it, that is.
[ A little bonus teasing of another kind to appeal to their respective competitive natures on top of everything else never hurts. ]
[ Sylvain just groans when Claude pulls that hand away, hips rocking down against that thigh pressed snug against him anyway, chasing the heat and friction as much as he’s able. They’re both flushed and rumpled, lips reddened and kiss-swollen.
But he flops back on the bed in a dramatic fashion, just because he can, lying there looking half-debauched already. That was probably on purpose. If you’re going to be a tease, he’s going to make you regret it. ]
Isn’t that supposed to be my line? I’m pretty sure I can handle anything you throw at me.
[ The flopping back tugs on one of those strands of fondness he feels for the sulking man in question, and though he'd been the one to interrupt things headed down a path they know well by now Claude's also the first one to lean over to close the distance again. Even before what he knows is a challenge Sylvain means without hearing what the idea is first to say he's on board anyway - probably - and he's still chuckling just a bit before stealing that next kiss when pulling away entirely proves to be too much. ]
So certain, aren't we. [ This time the words are murmured against Sylvain's lips with the expected smirk weaving through the tone instead. Rather than going back to teasing Sylvain with his hand or thigh, instead Claude reaches up to run fingers through red hair he's come to cherish before winding them into it for a light tug. ] That'll just this idea all the more fun for us both since testing that might just be part of it.
[ His eyes slip closed at the feeling of those fingers sliding into his hair, tugging and drawing a quiet murmur of appreciation from his lips. Ones that are still quirking upwards in a smirk as Claude laughs and kisses him again. Which is what he’d wanted anyway, so he’ll count it as a win.
He does reach up to prod the other man in the ribs, however, when those are all the words that are forthcoming. ]
Are you going to let me in on this idea of yours or is this another one of your terrible mysteries you’re gonna torment me with for the next three hours or so?
Are you implying you wouldn't want something to last for three hours?
[ That's fired back as soon as he's done making an appropriately ruffled noise in response to being poked. Predictably, it's almost tempting to drag it out a little further - maybe not hours' worth this time. Though, Claude thinks as he kisses Sylvain one last time before sitting up just enough to look down at him (mostly) without getting distracted. ]
I wasn't thinking that many hours specifically, but... let's say a while might factor into part of my idea.
[ And while he might've been looking to not distract himself, he'd certainly made no promises about distracting Sylvain as he moves his hand from resting on the other's chest slowly southward. ]
Before that, what are your thoughts on being tied up?
No, for real, it had been an honest-to-goddess actual engraved invitation.
Sylvain had burst out laughing when it had dropped on his lap out of thin air, because leave it to his lover to get creative about setting this up.
He also knew better than to show up late. Even if the event in question was being hosted in his own lodge, tucked away on a snowy day. Knocking on the doorframe, he poked his head into the rooms he’d given Jesper for when he stayed here, amusement evident on his face as he steps inside and waves the paper in his general direction.
“What’s the occasion?”
Not that Jesper needed one. But he’s known his lover long enough now to tell when he’s Up To Something.
The room is properly decorated because this is Jesper Fahey and no amount of time has truly changed the mischievous man Sylvain originally fell for. The lighting is all candle and sensual, there is fruit and foods they can snack on later, along with water and wine (Claude and Sylvain's favorites, of course, he never forgets). The bed is large and inviting and in classic Jesper fashion, there is a tray next to the bed with supplies for them. Appealing oils, a special lubricant he made some time ago, towels to wipe off with, and ties for if they want to get a little extra naughty. He knows how to set up a threesome and this one has been planned.
He is dressed in a loose button-up shirt and comfortable pants, both perfectly designed to be ripped, torn, or undone right off his body. Jesper thinks that way, he likes to be ready. He smiles at Sylvain as he is the first to arrive and immediately hands him a glass of his favorite wine. His presence around everyone now is powerful, he radiates warmth and sensual energy, but especially when he is about to be at his most seductive.
"Remember that fantasy of mine I've had for centuries? Wait, I should be more specific." Sylvain is privy to all his fantasies and he has many! He grabs the front of Sylvain's shirt and leads him inside, smiling.
"I think I have waited more than long enough to trap both you and Claude in my clutches."
Claude, meanwhile, took one look at the snow - the endless snow which still hasn't let up after a century and then some - and immediately took the shortcut to getting to the location mentioned on the invitation. Because of course he did.
Which means that rather than making any sort of trudge up the mountain and delaying any sort of reward all of that fancy engraving promises, he uses those godly powers and simply appears in the middle of the lodge where it's warm, dry, and without even a single chilly breeze unless Sylvain gets any ideas, but he's ready to summon up more layers or borrow a blanket (or twelve) if that happens. That might be the exact opposite of what's in mind as he turns a corner just in time to see Jesper pull Sylvain through a doorway by that shirt he sorely hopes is about to disappear in the next few minutes.
"Are we really trapped if you so kindly invited us to attend?" A question asked purely to be difficult and likely to no one's surprise though even if Claude meant it as a rhetorical one more than anything else, whether he was expecting any sort of answer becomes quickly overridden by his continued talking after a scan of the room to take in everything. "Clutches indeed. Perhaps we should be worrying if you'll ever let us leave with all the thought put into this."
And with a teasing smirk back to both Jesper and Sylvain, "Or whether we're getting snowed in since it looks like we're prepared for it."
Sylvain is already grinning as Jesper tugs him inside his room by his grip in his shirt, amusement dancing in golden eyes. “Specifics would be helpful, yes. You have so many fantasies, I’ve long since lost count.”
He’s not surprised when he feels Claude’s sudden presence arrive at his back, nor when his voice rings out a moment later. Chuckling, he shakes his head, even as he takes in the room and the supplies carefully set out as well. Jesper had gone to a lot of trouble, it seems.
“Oh, you know how the snow is up here. We might be snowed in until spring at this rate.” As if they couldn’t just appear wherever they wanted, or leave the same way. But it has started snowing just a bit heavier outside, all the same. It will, at the very least, discourage most guests from dropping by unannounced.
With Jesper’s fingers still curled in his shirt, he steps into his lover’s personal space to steal a brief kiss before shooting a smirk over his shoulder in Claude’s direction. “Although I think someone doesn’t look clutched enough yet.”
"More like I set the bait and have successfully reeled you in, to devour. I don't have any intentions of coming up for air any time soon." They have less needs than they used to, so if they want to linger in bed for as long as they see fit, they can. His needs for these two men will never end though. For their bodies, their kisses, their minds, their hearts. He has been patiently waiting for the two of them to get their shit together as a couple, and added a little extra time to make certain their reconciliation was secure before making this step. Jesper is more cleverly planned than he is off-the-cuff much of the time.
Since he's already grabbed Sylvain and successfully tugged him into the room, gaining a kiss for his success, he does the same after a playful whack on Sylvain's impressive ass. "Please settle in. Take off your shirt at your convenience, so we can both stare at you." Claude and Jesper are handsome individuals with strong builds, but no one else is Sylvain. It doesn't matter how many times they've seen it or look at him nearly busting out of his shirts.
This does give Jesper the chance though to grab Claude the same way, tugging him into the room, but immediately into a deep kiss. He often feels like he must make up for those hundreds of years he couldn't do this, like every one of them is special because he worked so hard for it. Claude is difficult to win, so for those who managed, it is an eternal source of pride.
His gaze never once wavers from Jesper's once he feels the other man's attention focus in on them like they're the only ones left in the world. The festival still waiting for them to attend would beg to differ, but Claude also tunes it and everything else out when familiar lips trap a sound he'd like to hear more of against his skin.
In the same instant those hands on him turn from adoration alone to adoration with want behind it, he's arching back again to meet Sylvain's arousal and press against it to encourage more. More touches, more interest when this tips from being a way to pass the time before departing to something well worth sacrificing the state of his outfit for.
"Are you looking for a show, Jesper?" The supposed innocence of that question is entirely offset by the fact that Claude reaches against for one of Sylvain's roaming hands, not content to let him make the next move no matter how nice that grasp on him growing more deliberate by the minute is. This time he directs that hand south to where his own arousal will be made readily apparent by touch and loose clothing becoming less so beneath Sylvain's touch. And since he can't touch Jesper at current, he'll have to let words do some of that work for him.
"Surely the years have taught you we're capable of putting one on just to your liking. Or," as he shifts his arm draped around Sylvain's neck up to slide a hand into red hair for the start of a grasp on it, "we could choose for you."
There is no better way to start out this festival than with sex. It is basically the appetizer to what they are getting plenty of later. Don't threaten Jesper with a good time, he'll stop and smell the roses every time, when the roses are two of his lovers enjoying each other. Jesper moves back onto the bed so he can sit up straight at the bed frame, making himself comfortable so he can watch. He lazily loosens his painted-on pants so he can put a hand on himself through the fabric, but he doesn't do more than touch for now.
Arousal hangs in the air and then seems to submerge the room in it, another aftermath of his influence around them, adding to the heat and taste of want.
"Oh I don't think I've been subtle about wanting a show, dearest." He gestures with a hand and Claude's clothes simply unravel underneath him, curling to the ground. No need to worry about it, he'll fix them later when they are getting ready again to go out, but he wants to watch Sylvain's hands on his naked body and sees no reason to wait.
Now he gets to admire the view of Claude made (unfairly) bare by his powers, Sylvain holding him close behind, and he smirks, tapping golden fingernails against his cheek. "Please do continue even if I unwrapped the present for you."
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.
"Who says I can't get mad about my outfit now being in multiple pieces?" With a playful frown to match that very real complaint as he looks down at the fabric now on the floor, his supposed concern all fleeting and convenient for a retort. Just as quickly as Jesper melted them away they'll be stitched together again later like this never happened, he knows, from plenty of experience before. If anything, the objection is simply because it's a trick he loves and he knows Jesper knows just how effective it is.
The same of which can be said for Sylvain's hands and their deft and talented work. The slow strokes have Claude lazily canting his hips forward into those fingers when them combined with desire have his cock hardening. Deliberately he rocks back every now and then at a languid pace to encourage Sylvain's own cock with added friction beyond what's been sought. He could reach a hand back between them in what's an equally familiar to stroke him in time, though no sooner has the thought crossed his mind when a tweak of fingers has him inhaling something not quite a gasp between parted lips. They could put on a teasing enough show just like this, Claude knows, and it's tempting to take their time.
All three of them certainly like to draw that out of each other in varying degrees; he could also wait to hear what plots are on Jesper's mind. Then again, why not encourage things along? His other hand goes back after all but to run fingertips along Sylvain's shoulder blade before switching to lightly dragging his nails next in appreciation for admiration coming from all sides between the man wrapped around him and the one on the bed appreciating the view just getting started.
"So many options for Jesper to choose from for what he wants," then a pause to reset his grasp in Sylvain's hair to something tighter in admiration of one particularly pleasing stroke that's still not quite enough even as he turns brush his lips against what he can reach of Sylvain's face in the tiniest sliver of impatience, "though I'm still not opposed to picking one ourselves. What do you think, my love?"
"I'll fix it better than before, you know I take clothing very seriously." Jesper makes clothes for everyone he loves because there is something very delightful about seeing them wear it and appreciating his own skill. On his lovers it's particularly delicious though, having thought of every stitch with their body in mind. He turns his own pants into ribbons, it's the fair thing to do considering what he did to Claude, and his fingers get coated in lube from a tiny flicker of his finger. He takes himself in hand but doesn't do more than that, watching.
It's a beautiful sight. Sylvain and his shock of bright red hair, Claude's fingers tangled in them, his giant build behind Claude and around him. His eyes take their time traveling over their muscular bodies, over the inches he's spent time putting his mouth on over the centuries, and he is smug and pleased in his seat of honor at the moment. His tongue runs over his lips when his gaze fixes on Claude's cock and the stroke of a large hand on it, thinking about the taste of it in his mouth.
"I want you to fuck him, Sylvain. The details and position are fully up to you two, I can make a perfect view wherever I want." Jesper is remarkably good at modifying space around him for his own pleasure, so he can just make himself move if he needs a different angle, which he absolutely will. For now he's content to watch them put on their own pornography for him, a reward of the highest order in his opinion. He only does one teasing stroke on himself from bottom to top and then wraps his hand right under his head, holding it firmly so he doesn't get too excited.
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[ He'd spotted her a few times throughout the night, but still wasn't entirely certain his guess was right. he hadn't had a chance to get close enough to look deeper into his guess, either. At least, not until he spotted her slipping out a side door in the direction of the Rose Maze.
Finishing off his wine, he excuses himself from the conversation he'd been halfheartedly taking part in and moved to follow her, slipping silently out onto the patio and moving to her side.
Just as her hand came out to latch onto his with a surprising grip and his golden eyes flit to her masked face, even though it gives nothing away, especially since he can't currently see her mouth - which tended to be one of the most obvious tells of what she was feeling.
And he still wasn't entirely certain he'd guessed correctly in the first place.
The offer, however, gets a quick and easy grin from him, lips curving to reveal teeth as he bent over her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles. ]
I'm not afraid of your claws. Even if they are sharp. In fact, that might just add to the allure.
[ His voice is low and husky, playful, but there's a deeper lilt, the faint traces of an accent that isn't normally there. Something he's adopted for the evening to help and hide his identity further. He doubts there's anyone here who might recognize the Srengi lilt to his words except for maybe Claude, and even that's doubtful. ]
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Flattery won't get you anywhere.
[ There's a hint of a chiding somewhere in her voice, but it's only a light one, meant to add to this more serious persona of hers that she definitely hadn't been sticking to as faithfully as she had intended. Golden orbs linger on their masked features before pulling hand away slowly. ]
Anemone. And you are?
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[ He lingers over her hand a moment more before straightening. Although he doesn't release her, keeps her fingers twined with his now that he had them. He does smile down at her, however, playful and knowing. ]
And I'm not sure I believe that's true. The flattery bit. Are you so certain?
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But she almost forgets where she is for a moment, and after a beat raises an eyebrow before looking back up at Lief. ]
Why wouldn't I be?
[ There's a curious tilt of her head as she registers the look he's giving her. Her mind ticks through the list of people that she knows and it could be any number of them. A knowing look doesn't immediately rule anyone out however. ]
Are you implying that I don't know myself?
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[ He gives her a wink from behind his mask before he gives a slight tug on her hand, leading her towards the entrance of the maze. ]
But you did want to do a little exploring, did you not? Get some fresh air?
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Wintertide on the Arcanis
When she squirms in his grip, he gives her ass a playful smack with one broad hand, smirking as he does so. ]
If you don't want me to accidentally damage this dress of yours, I'd hold still if I were you.
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The jewelery and charms in her hair jingle as she wriggles over his shoulder laughing both out of embarrassment and joy. That comes to an abrupt end when there's a sharp smack to her ass and Claude is treated to the full view of her face flushing a deeper shade of pink as her eyes widen. A split second later her face breaks out into an incredulous expression as she twists her head in an attempt to see Sylvain. ]
Sylvain, you wouldn't! I told you how long it took me to stone this.
[ His warning seems somewhat effective. Somewhat. In the next breath she's turning back towards Claude eyes going wide and pleading. ]
Claude, help! Sylvain is being mean.
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Help, you say?
[ In a tone which makes it immediately apparent, not that the other two haven't already guessed this, that Claude's about to offer no such help whatsoever. Will that stop him from stepping forward with the supposed guise of it anyway? Absolutely not and same for reaching out a hand - only to run those half-frozen (to Claude) fingers lightly and teasingly down her face, along her neck and down to a collarbone and further. That fun can be shared since his other equally cold hand gets slipped beneath the back of Sylvain's waistband, just for good measure. ]
How about that for a start?
[ There's as much innocence as he can manage in there, which is to say: none. ]
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Sylvain gives a quiet hiss as those cold fingers slip down the back of his pants but fortunately he’s got a good enough grip on Hilda that nothing too terrible happens in the process
Still, he has to laugh, because he’s pretty sure Hilda’s about to be a lot more mad at Claude than she is at him. That worked out well for him, didn’t it? ]
And I see Claude continues to be the least helpful person ever. And you called me mean?!
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You're both mean!
[ The squeal turns to a whine of annoyance as she immediately reaches out to try and swipe at Claude. She tips forward over Sylvain's shoulder, the scrape of the beading of her dress against Sylvain's skin probably not the most pleasant feeling - but she's been betrayed twice and in the same breath no less! The comfort of her would-be captor is the last thing on her mind. Her swipe doesn't connect with Claude's body - but she does manage to grab a fistful of his cloak drawing him closer to them. ]
I thought you'd be on my side. It's not my fault you gave me your gloves.
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[ Claude says this as he breaks the latest kiss in a long line of many as they'd stumbled their way into bed on this particular night. Words had been forgotten for a little bit - an impressive feat for two men who enjoy using them to all kinds of advantages and upon each other all for the fun of seeing what might happen. What might not work, what absolutely will as it uncovers something else: all things Claude's stored away into forming this very idea he's dangling in front of Sylvain without much else context.
Or, well - there's some context given the state of half undress they're in when it'd been too much bother to get out of clothing first beyond fingers scrabbling over a button or a closure briefly in favor of urging Sylvain towards his waiting bed for once stripped of all books, papers, and anything else within it. Call it a slight bribe just like the leg he has between the other man's even as he has a hand inside his trousers to palm him, so it's with a smirk Claude withdraws his hand from teasing just to make sure there's no distractions.
As much as any such pause can last, anyway. ]
And that's only if you think you can handle it, that is.
[ A little bonus teasing of another kind to appeal to their respective competitive natures on top of everything else never hurts. ]
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But he flops back on the bed in a dramatic fashion, just because he can, lying there looking half-debauched already. That was probably on purpose. If you’re going to be a tease, he’s going to make you regret it. ]
Isn’t that supposed to be my line? I’m pretty sure I can handle anything you throw at me.
[ …Yes, that was definitely a challenge. ]
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So certain, aren't we. [ This time the words are murmured against Sylvain's lips with the expected smirk weaving through the tone instead. Rather than going back to teasing Sylvain with his hand or thigh, instead Claude reaches up to run fingers through red hair he's come to cherish before winding them into it for a light tug. ] That'll just this idea all the more fun for us both since testing that might just be part of it.
[ 'Might' meaning it absolutely is, of course. ]
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He does reach up to prod the other man in the ribs, however, when those are all the words that are forthcoming. ]
Are you going to let me in on this idea of yours or is this another one of your terrible mysteries you’re gonna torment me with for the next three hours or so?
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[ That's fired back as soon as he's done making an appropriately ruffled noise in response to being poked. Predictably, it's almost tempting to drag it out a little further - maybe not hours' worth this time. Though, Claude thinks as he kisses Sylvain one last time before sitting up just enough to look down at him (mostly) without getting distracted. ]
I wasn't thinking that many hours specifically, but... let's say a while might factor into part of my idea.
[ And while he might've been looking to not distract himself, he'd certainly made no promises about distracting Sylvain as he moves his hand from resting on the other's chest slowly southward. ]
Before that, what are your thoughts on being tied up?
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AU Event: when the god of love sends you an invitation…
Sylvain had burst out laughing when it had dropped on his lap out of thin air, because leave it to his lover to get creative about setting this up.
He also knew better than to show up late. Even if the event in question was being hosted in his own lodge, tucked away on a snowy day. Knocking on the doorframe, he poked his head into the rooms he’d given Jesper for when he stayed here, amusement evident on his face as he steps inside and waves the paper in his general direction.
“What’s the occasion?”
Not that Jesper needed one. But he’s known his lover long enough now to tell when he’s Up To Something.
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He is dressed in a loose button-up shirt and comfortable pants, both perfectly designed to be ripped, torn, or undone right off his body. Jesper thinks that way, he likes to be ready. He smiles at Sylvain as he is the first to arrive and immediately hands him a glass of his favorite wine. His presence around everyone now is powerful, he radiates warmth and sensual energy, but especially when he is about to be at his most seductive.
"Remember that fantasy of mine I've had for centuries? Wait, I should be more specific." Sylvain is privy to all his fantasies and he has many! He grabs the front of Sylvain's shirt and leads him inside, smiling.
"I think I have waited more than long enough to trap both you and Claude in my clutches."
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Which means that rather than making any sort of trudge up the mountain and delaying any sort of reward all of that fancy engraving promises, he uses those godly powers and simply appears in the middle of the lodge where it's warm, dry, and without even a single chilly breeze unless Sylvain gets any ideas, but he's ready to summon up more layers or borrow a blanket (or twelve) if that happens. That might be the exact opposite of what's in mind as he turns a corner just in time to see Jesper pull Sylvain through a doorway by that shirt he sorely hopes is about to disappear in the next few minutes.
"Are we really trapped if you so kindly invited us to attend?" A question asked purely to be difficult and likely to no one's surprise though even if Claude meant it as a rhetorical one more than anything else, whether he was expecting any sort of answer becomes quickly overridden by his continued talking after a scan of the room to take in everything. "Clutches indeed. Perhaps we should be worrying if you'll ever let us leave with all the thought put into this."
And with a teasing smirk back to both Jesper and Sylvain, "Or whether we're getting snowed in since it looks like we're prepared for it."
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He’s not surprised when he feels Claude’s sudden presence arrive at his back, nor when his voice rings out a moment later. Chuckling, he shakes his head, even as he takes in the room and the supplies carefully set out as well. Jesper had gone to a lot of trouble, it seems.
“Oh, you know how the snow is up here. We might be snowed in until spring at this rate.” As if they couldn’t just appear wherever they wanted, or leave the same way. But it has started snowing just a bit heavier outside, all the same. It will, at the very least, discourage most guests from dropping by unannounced.
With Jesper’s fingers still curled in his shirt, he steps into his lover’s personal space to steal a brief kiss before shooting a smirk over his shoulder in Claude’s direction. “Although I think someone doesn’t look clutched enough yet.”
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Since he's already grabbed Sylvain and successfully tugged him into the room, gaining a kiss for his success, he does the same after a playful whack on Sylvain's impressive ass. "Please settle in. Take off your shirt at your convenience, so we can both stare at you." Claude and Jesper are handsome individuals with strong builds, but no one else is Sylvain. It doesn't matter how many times they've seen it or look at him nearly busting out of his shirts.
This does give Jesper the chance though to grab Claude the same way, tugging him into the room, but immediately into a deep kiss. He often feels like he must make up for those hundreds of years he couldn't do this, like every one of them is special because he worked so hard for it. Claude is difficult to win, so for those who managed, it is an eternal source of pride.
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— continuation from the gods event
His gaze never once wavers from Jesper's once he feels the other man's attention focus in on them like they're the only ones left in the world. The festival still waiting for them to attend would beg to differ, but Claude also tunes it and everything else out when familiar lips trap a sound he'd like to hear more of against his skin.
In the same instant those hands on him turn from adoration alone to adoration with want behind it, he's arching back again to meet Sylvain's arousal and press against it to encourage more. More touches, more interest when this tips from being a way to pass the time before departing to something well worth sacrificing the state of his outfit for.
"Are you looking for a show, Jesper?" The supposed innocence of that question is entirely offset by the fact that Claude reaches against for one of Sylvain's roaming hands, not content to let him make the next move no matter how nice that grasp on him growing more deliberate by the minute is. This time he directs that hand south to where his own arousal will be made readily apparent by touch and loose clothing becoming less so beneath Sylvain's touch. And since he can't touch Jesper at current, he'll have to let words do some of that work for him.
"Surely the years have taught you we're capable of putting one on just to your liking. Or," as he shifts his arm draped around Sylvain's neck up to slide a hand into red hair for the start of a grasp on it, "we could choose for you."
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Arousal hangs in the air and then seems to submerge the room in it, another aftermath of his influence around them, adding to the heat and taste of want.
"Oh I don't think I've been subtle about wanting a show, dearest." He gestures with a hand and Claude's clothes simply unravel underneath him, curling to the ground. No need to worry about it, he'll fix them later when they are getting ready again to go out, but he wants to watch Sylvain's hands on his naked body and sees no reason to wait.
Now he gets to admire the view of Claude made (unfairly) bare by his powers, Sylvain holding him close behind, and he smirks, tapping golden fingernails against his cheek. "Please do continue even if I unwrapped the present for you."
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"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."
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The same of which can be said for Sylvain's hands and their deft and talented work. The slow strokes have Claude lazily canting his hips forward into those fingers when them combined with desire have his cock hardening. Deliberately he rocks back every now and then at a languid pace to encourage Sylvain's own cock with added friction beyond what's been sought. He could reach a hand back between them in what's an equally familiar to stroke him in time, though no sooner has the thought crossed his mind when a tweak of fingers has him inhaling something not quite a gasp between parted lips. They could put on a teasing enough show just like this, Claude knows, and it's tempting to take their time.
All three of them certainly like to draw that out of each other in varying degrees; he could also wait to hear what plots are on Jesper's mind. Then again, why not encourage things along? His other hand goes back after all but to run fingertips along Sylvain's shoulder blade before switching to lightly dragging his nails next in appreciation for admiration coming from all sides between the man wrapped around him and the one on the bed appreciating the view just getting started.
"So many options for Jesper to choose from for what he wants," then a pause to reset his grasp in Sylvain's hair to something tighter in admiration of one particularly pleasing stroke that's still not quite enough even as he turns brush his lips against what he can reach of Sylvain's face in the tiniest sliver of impatience, "though I'm still not opposed to picking one ourselves. What do you think, my love?"
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It's a beautiful sight. Sylvain and his shock of bright red hair, Claude's fingers tangled in them, his giant build behind Claude and around him. His eyes take their time traveling over their muscular bodies, over the inches he's spent time putting his mouth on over the centuries, and he is smug and pleased in his seat of honor at the moment. His tongue runs over his lips when his gaze fixes on Claude's cock and the stroke of a large hand on it, thinking about the taste of it in his mouth.
"I want you to fuck him, Sylvain. The details and position are fully up to you two, I can make a perfect view wherever I want." Jesper is remarkably good at modifying space around him for his own pleasure, so he can just make himself move if he needs a different angle, which he absolutely will. For now he's content to watch them put on their own pornography for him, a reward of the highest order in his opinion. He only does one teasing stroke on himself from bottom to top and then wraps his hand right under his head, holding it firmly so he doesn't get too excited.
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