[ 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?
[ Sylvain arches an eyebrow as the tries to figure out where this conversation is going. He can tell where that hand is going and he's perfectly encouraging of that, even rocking his hips upwards to meet it. ]
I suppose that depends on what your thoughts are on what you're going to do to me after you tie me up.
I suppose it was too much to hope for to think you wouldn't ask.
[ With a fond grin, since - it's not like that doesn't go both ways where he'd be as curious as to where Sylvain was going with that particular thought before agreeing to anything. The shared curiosity is, of course, part of what he was also taking a chance on in piquing the other's interest.
Still - he pretends to consider it all because he can while lightly stroking Sylvain over his underwear, complete with a glance up at the ceiling in contemplation before looking back down to meet his gaze. ]
I was thinking there might be a blindfold in there at some point, too. But since you've already mentioned time, I was also thinking of taking far too long to make you come. [ And with one slow stroke to the other man's length, just to bring that point home, ] Longer than usual, before you get any ideas of pointing anything out. Call it a little game of what ifs or better yet: almosts.
[ Sylvain blinks up at him before giving a faint smirk and leaning up on his elbows so he can watch Claude better. ]
So what you're saying is, you want to be an even bigger tease than normal.
[ because making Sylvain wait, or drawing out their pleasure is a game Claude plays often, so the fact that he's starting with this makes Sylvain think he has something even more extreme to play with here.
But you've managed to pique his curiosity, Claude, so he'll play along. To a point.
Laying back down, he crosses his arms behind his head to pillow himself and smirks up at the other man, knowing exactly the picture he makes. ]
Alright. I'll bite. I'll play along with your little game, Claude. But this means I get to make the rules for our next game.
[ They both know he'll do more than that, but far be it from Claude to simply agree even when Sylvain's done much the same on just as many sparse details. At least the ones pertinent to Sylvain in the here and now will be apparent soon enough as he withdraws his hand once more. There'll be more than enough teasing to follow.
That includes not giving Sylvain the satisfaction of being studied as he reclines, tempting as that is to do, but it'll worth the delay as Claude leans over the edge of the bed. A few pats around with his hand and then he locates the box stored down there. From it, he first brings up a shorter length of fabric he doubles over to make sure it'll be thick enough to both not slip and obscure Sylvain's vision.
Nothing left then but to hold it up with a grin. ]
But I'll consider it after all of this. Sit up for a minute, will you?
[ He eyes that swath of fabric skeptically before pushing himself upright with a resigned sigh. ]
I'm about to have so many regrets, aren't I?
[ He doubts it, actually, but that doesn't mean he's not going to give Claude a hard time about it anyway.
Although it says a lot, that he's come to trust the man enough that he'd allow him to do this. He doesn't allow vulnerabilities with just anyone. Not even a great many of his lovers. ]
Nah, the whole goal is to make sure you end up with no regrets.
[ 'End' being the operative part of the phrase there, though Claude doesn't think he has to spell that part out when it's the whole point. Besides that, he's too busy watching Sylvain sit up anyway with a small smile as he shifts himself to straddle the other man's lap for the ease of everything.
It's not lost on him that no could've been a very valid answer before this, much as it still could be, and that even if Sylvain actually does have any reservations he's willing to entertain it all the same. With the blindfold in hand Claude reaches back to tie it in place then takes a second to adjust it to be comfortable - and to keep from sliding. Though this is the part where he should have Sylvain lie back, or take off his shirt before getting out the next set of fabric, instead Claude places his hand beneath Sylvain's chin to tilt it up for a kiss, or two, or five, before sliding it back for a loose grip in red hair and breaking it off with a nip to the other's bottom lip. ]
[ He just hums into that kiss as he holds still. Closes his eyes, because that makes the whole blindfold bit a little easier until Claude gets it sorted how he likes it. Which is effective, because even when he blinks them open again a moment later, everything is still pitch black.
He slides his hands to rest against Claude’s hips, dragging him a little closer since he’s now conveniently straddling his lap, and leans into that kiss a little more. There’s a smile in his voice as he responds with teasing. ]
[ The words are murmured against Sylvain's mouth with just as much teasing as a promise behind it at the familiar weight of familiar hands on his hips before diving into another kiss. It's tempting to stay like this and keep soaking up every bit of affection as he knows Sylvain would let him do - but this isn't the kind of patience he has in mind. With some reluctance Claude runs his hands along Sylvain's arms before linking their fingers together to pry his grip away and lean forward within the same motion to convince the other man to lie back.
One more sweep of their linked hands forward and Claude lets go to curl Sylvain's fingers around the slat in the headboard they brush up against, a placeholder to keep his hands there as he pins the other's wrists there with one hand. Something necessary since he's groping around the bedspread with the other for the remaining length of fabric what with also being far too busy still capturing Sylvain's lips in kiss after kiss. There's no distraction meant in it - that's what the entirely unsubtle rock of his hips against Sylvain's are for - as he ties the ribbon in a flourishing knot after it's looped around hands and the frame to secure him in place. But not without tucking the end of the ribbon into one of Sylvain's palms; one tug of that will undo the whole knot in a moment when it's called for and not before then.
After breaking the kiss Claude skims his teeth lightly against the other's neck to ghost them over skin he's catalogued from many a night (or morning, or afternoon) spent together to land at his collarbone instead. Only for another moment since he moves to Sylvain's chest to start leaving a meandering path of kisses and bites of varying intensity while working his way downward - and not without making sure to lathe his tongue over sensitive spots he's also learned as he goes. ]
[ It’s a distinctly vulnerable position to let yourself be in, blinded and at someone else’s mercy. There’s not a lot of people Sylvain would trust this with - isn’t sure, even now, that this is a good idea. Claude is wonderful at distracting - Sylvain’s moan into their kiss as those hips rock against his is proof enough its doing its job.
He lets himself be guided onto his back, his hands brought up as he grips the slats of the headboard. Feels the binding wind around his wrists before fastening him firmly in place. There’s a moment of tension in him then, a moment when the wriggling doubts and the darkness almost get the best of him.
But then he feels the end of the ribbon tucked into his palm. Claude giving him a way out. He gives a soft exhale as he relaxes again, curling his fingers tightly around it, though he doesn’t pull. Doesn’t release the snug hold of the ropes that keep him trapped. Lets himself surrender, for the time being, to Claude’s control.
Claude’s mouth is hot and teasing against his skin as he works his way down Sylvain’s throat and along his shoulders. Lower, as Sylvain’s head falls back, throat working around a low, husky moan as his skin pebbles. Claude manages to seek out every place he likes to be touched, tasted, his body shivering in reaction, skin flushed from the attention as his fingers tug at the ropes - not to free himself, but to feel how he is held, unable to reach back. ]
[ That bit of tension wasn't difficult to pick up on and even with the ribbon safely in Sylvain's hand, he makes a note that it wasn't quite enough. Understandably, considering he knows he'd be a mixture of curious and maybe something like slightly wary, and so Claude still looks up now and then for what he can see of Sylvain's face to check that there's not any distress being well-hidden. The same goes for when the other tugs on his bindings and he pauses just above a hipbone to glance upward again before continuing on, this time leaving a more sizable mark behind where it won't be seen save for when changing or if Sylvain's shirt rides up a bit too far later.
For now it's enough to slide his hands down to search out familiar skin and to hide a smile against Sylvain's hip at that noise when it's the first of many he means to cause, and Claude slips fingertips beneath the other man's waistbands to tug down the last remaining layers out of the way. With that he also sits up to admire first the trail of bites standing out flush where they were left, and also to reach for the bottle of oil one of them had grabbed when first ending up in bed.
Rather than taking the predictable (for him) teasing route of avoiding Sylvain's cock, Claude bends back down to bring it into his mouth in a practiced motion and wastes no time in tightening around him while taking him in. Some of the bottle's contents are also tipped out into one hand along his fingers as he wraps one hand around the base of the other's length. The oiled fingers are brought to pause just before slipping into him in a silent question, one he'd ask aloud if it weren't for his mouth being otherwise occupied. ]
[ He can admit to missing watching Claude working his way down his body, watching the look in his eyes, that focus he so often gets. It doesn’t matter how many times they’ve done this, it’s not something he thinks he’ll ever grow tired of. Watching bright green flick up the length of his body as fingers and lips explore at a leisurely pace.
The blindfold means he has no idea what the man is planning. He makes a quiet noise of protest when he’s deprived of touch entirely, but it’s a brief interruption at best. And his breath hisses out around a moan when Claude bends to suck him into wet heat with no warning - not what he would have predicted of the other man, who is far too fond of playing the tease.
His hips rock, wanting to press up into that delicious wet heat, even as he feels slicked fingertips quest down between his legs. He can’t see Claude, but he can feel the unasked question and he parts his legs a little wider to either side of the other man’s legs in answer and permission. ]
[ That moan gets the briefest curve of his lips around Sylvain's cock which might've been a smile or a smirk, and one that might've widened more at the lift of those hips with multiple meanings behind it. He'll have to settle for a pleased hum while coming back up along the other's length to run his tongue over the head to tease the slit. At the same time he slides a finger into Sylvain and after a few seconds to adjust as Claude tightens his mouth for another descent he slips in another finger. The crook of them on the slow withdrawal before thrusting them back in is a deliberate one, and the angle well memorized from so many times before and repeated in time with the attention to the other's cock.
But while the search for Sylvain's pleasure isn't hidden in any outright teasing, there's certainly what's hidden and yet to come: a careful eye kept on driving Sylvain close to the edge in a familiar way they've done before, but no further than that. The instant it seems close or perhaps simply close enough, he'll withdraw his fingers, or his mouth, or maybe both.
He's got some time to decide on which it'll be, after all - at least for this time since it's not the only interruption he has planned. ]
[ The curse is drawn out as those fingers slide into him, stretching him with an easy familiarity now. He presses down against them, caught between the heated thrusts of them and the bob of wet heat as Claude’s mouth works around his length.
Restless, impatient, he moves, chasing his pleasure wanting more. The blindfold robbing him of sight means his other senses are working overtime to make up for the lack. Which means everything feels just a little more intense as he lets Claude tease and play. ]
[ When Sylvain shifts he lets go of the other man's length to press a hand against one hip with a little bit of weight leaned into it. It's more a suggestion to stay still than anything considering there's not much he can do to keep Sylvain from moving. The restraints are doing their job in keeping him here as it is.
More importantly: the point is to drive Sylvain to the edge. Stopping here and before they get farther yet just won't do.
Which is why he picks up the pace with his fingers to move them more insistently, deeper, and faster; he hollows his cheeks a bit while moving down Sylvain's cock before an intentionally slow ascent at a mismatch, searching out more of those cries and moans he so enjoys getting when they feel like rewards for his efforts. ]
[ There’s a little resistance when Claude tries to still the movement of his hips, but Sylvain relents, even though his hips still jolt and jerk as he tries to hold still like Claude apparently wanted. It’s hard, though, with that clever tongue teasing along his length as he sinks into the other man’s mouth. As those fingers stretch him open, deep and fast and in a way that makes him ache to rock to meet them, to take more.
His teeth bite down on his lower lip, but it does nothing to muffle the moans and soft whimpers every time Claude finds an especially sensitive spot inside him, or along his cock. Especially since he's an expert on zeroing in on every single one of them.
It’s not long before he’s breathless, body shuddering as that pleasure builds. Not that he’s really holding any of it back. But it’s easier to lose himself in it with the world dark around him and his only tether the feel of Claude’s hands and mouth on his skin. ]
[ Those tiny movements as Sylvain tries to listen to silent instruction, the unvoiced plea in each, and those that are in the noises coming from him - if it wasn't for having a mostly solid grasp on his plans, it'd be far more tempting to ride this to the crest of that pleasure he can tell is increasing with each gasp of air signaling it drawing closer.
As he comes to the tip of Sylvain's cock this time, Claude runs his tongue slowly over the head once more and releases it after. No more of that for now as he presses his mouth to one of Sylvain's hips next, tempted to sink his teeth into skin there. But a better idea - to him - follows, and he trails slow kisses down along the top of a thigh before moving to the inside of it. It's there instead he applies his attentions as (semi-) innocent kisses turn into open mouthed ones with pressure to start on the constellations he means to leave behind.
It's hands off now as he withdraws his fingers from teasing Sylvain with the last few strokes having been decidedly not deep enough, then slower until they'd stopped entirely as he'd pulled back. Limits now, in fact, any touch to just his mouth alone moving along other sensitive patches he's learned on those inner thighs to leave one mark after another in his wake so long as the process of them being left is being enjoyed with his hands braced against the bed as he moves to the other thigh to leave scattered ones there, too. ]
[ The loss of that delicious mouth around his cock gets a whimper, hips jolting in an aborted effort to chase after it before he remembers to hold still. The feeling of that mouth is close and he wants it to come back and if that means playing Claude’s game, he’ll try. Even if impatience is written in every line of his body. His cock jerks against his stomach, leaking against the skin there with visible evidence of how close he’d been to that edge.
And then Claude’s fingers withdraw as well, earning a very needy whine as Sylvain’s body writhes and stretches - against the bindings, towards where he knows Claude is, when all he can feel now is the trail of his lips. ]
Fuck, fuck, are you trying to drive me slowly mad?
[ He's pleased but careful to not sound too pleased even if every noise Sylvain's made, every longing movement is what he's aimed for all along. Enough so that Claude abandons his trail along Sylvain's other thigh to both sit up and move forward enough to straddle the other's waist with knees locked in alongside those hips. It's not much of a restraint and is more meant to keep Sylvain there without offering any gratification to his cock as he maintains a careful distance.
Instead Claude puts his hands to work along that muscular chest beneath him to trace over it once more while bending down to hover over Sylvain's mouth for just a moment. ]
Remember it'll be worth it in the end like it always is.
[ Not the answer Sylvain wants to hear right now, he's sure, nor is it further attention requested by that neediness. An intentional choice just like withdrawing seconds ago since now Claude's intent is to slow things back down just a bit as he brings a hand up with a couple fingers beneath the other man's chin to tilt it up for an unhurried kiss meant to smolder. ]
Remind me why I indulge you again when you’re nothing but maddening?
[ A completely hollow threat, for all the heat it’s grumbled with. He squirms against the body now pinning him down by his torso, hips rocking up in a vain attempt to chase that contact he’s once more been denied. It doesn’t work - Claude has seated himself just out of range. Enough to pin him in place but nowhere close enough for Sylvain to get what he needs on his own.
Still, despite the grumbling, he doesn’t resist when he feels those fingers under his chin, tipping his head up, lips parted in anticipation, breath coming a little rougher now from both arousal and exertion. ]
[ A grin's vivid in his voice as Sylvain tilts his head up obediently and with need clearly behind it even if those attempts to move around hadn't said as much with no words necessary. Claude slides his hand away from the other's chin to once again curl his fingers lightly into red hair to keep him close during that kiss. And maybe in a call back to how tonight had started it's easy to keep those going in for what once isn't meant to test Sylvain's patience, but maybe Claude's own quiet way of expression a devotion unsaid and something besides these moments along. Something far greater.
It's that which has his hands tracing over Sylvain's chest, shoulders, and arms now in appreciation once again. This time as those touches shift more into a slow massage meant to get Sylvain to relax back from the edge (with any luck), a quiet sort of adoration now poured into each movement. ]
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— close your eyes for this
[ 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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I suppose that depends on what your thoughts are on what you're going to do to me after you tie me up.
[ He feels like that's a valid answer here. ]
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[ With a fond grin, since - it's not like that doesn't go both ways where he'd be as curious as to where Sylvain was going with that particular thought before agreeing to anything. The shared curiosity is, of course, part of what he was also taking a chance on in piquing the other's interest.
Still - he pretends to consider it all because he can while lightly stroking Sylvain over his underwear, complete with a glance up at the ceiling in contemplation before looking back down to meet his gaze. ]
I was thinking there might be a blindfold in there at some point, too. But since you've already mentioned time, I was also thinking of taking far too long to make you come. [ And with one slow stroke to the other man's length, just to bring that point home, ] Longer than usual, before you get any ideas of pointing anything out. Call it a little game of what ifs or better yet: almosts.
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So what you're saying is, you want to be an even bigger tease than normal.
[ because making Sylvain wait, or drawing out their pleasure is a game Claude plays often, so the fact that he's starting with this makes Sylvain think he has something even more extreme to play with here.
But you've managed to pique his curiosity, Claude, so he'll play along. To a point.
Laying back down, he crosses his arms behind his head to pillow himself and smirks up at the other man, knowing exactly the picture he makes. ]
Alright. I'll bite. I'll play along with your little game, Claude. But this means I get to make the rules for our next game.
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[ They both know he'll do more than that, but far be it from Claude to simply agree even when Sylvain's done much the same on just as many sparse details. At least the ones pertinent to Sylvain in the here and now will be apparent soon enough as he withdraws his hand once more. There'll be more than enough teasing to follow.
That includes not giving Sylvain the satisfaction of being studied as he reclines, tempting as that is to do, but it'll worth the delay as Claude leans over the edge of the bed. A few pats around with his hand and then he locates the box stored down there. From it, he first brings up a shorter length of fabric he doubles over to make sure it'll be thick enough to both not slip and obscure Sylvain's vision.
Nothing left then but to hold it up with a grin. ]
But I'll consider it after all of this. Sit up for a minute, will you?
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I'm about to have so many regrets, aren't I?
[ He doubts it, actually, but that doesn't mean he's not going to give Claude a hard time about it anyway.
Although it says a lot, that he's come to trust the man enough that he'd allow him to do this. He doesn't allow vulnerabilities with just anyone. Not even a great many of his lovers. ]
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[ 'End' being the operative part of the phrase there, though Claude doesn't think he has to spell that part out when it's the whole point. Besides that, he's too busy watching Sylvain sit up anyway with a small smile as he shifts himself to straddle the other man's lap for the ease of everything.
It's not lost on him that no could've been a very valid answer before this, much as it still could be, and that even if Sylvain actually does have any reservations he's willing to entertain it all the same. With the blindfold in hand Claude reaches back to tie it in place then takes a second to adjust it to be comfortable - and to keep from sliding. Though this is the part where he should have Sylvain lie back, or take off his shirt before getting out the next set of fabric, instead Claude places his hand beneath Sylvain's chin to tilt it up for a kiss, or two, or five, before sliding it back for a loose grip in red hair and breaking it off with a nip to the other's bottom lip. ]
Promise I'll make it worth your while.
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He slides his hands to rest against Claude’s hips, dragging him a little closer since he’s now conveniently straddling his lap, and leans into that kiss a little more. There’s a smile in his voice as he responds with teasing. ]
I’m gonna hold you to that, Riegan.
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[ The words are murmured against Sylvain's mouth with just as much teasing as a promise behind it at the familiar weight of familiar hands on his hips before diving into another kiss. It's tempting to stay like this and keep soaking up every bit of affection as he knows Sylvain would let him do - but this isn't the kind of patience he has in mind. With some reluctance Claude runs his hands along Sylvain's arms before linking their fingers together to pry his grip away and lean forward within the same motion to convince the other man to lie back.
One more sweep of their linked hands forward and Claude lets go to curl Sylvain's fingers around the slat in the headboard they brush up against, a placeholder to keep his hands there as he pins the other's wrists there with one hand. Something necessary since he's groping around the bedspread with the other for the remaining length of fabric what with also being far too busy still capturing Sylvain's lips in kiss after kiss. There's no distraction meant in it - that's what the entirely unsubtle rock of his hips against Sylvain's are for - as he ties the ribbon in a flourishing knot after it's looped around hands and the frame to secure him in place. But not without tucking the end of the ribbon into one of Sylvain's palms; one tug of that will undo the whole knot in a moment when it's called for and not before then.
After breaking the kiss Claude skims his teeth lightly against the other's neck to ghost them over skin he's catalogued from many a night (or morning, or afternoon) spent together to land at his collarbone instead. Only for another moment since he moves to Sylvain's chest to start leaving a meandering path of kisses and bites of varying intensity while working his way downward - and not without making sure to lathe his tongue over sensitive spots he's also learned as he goes. ]
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He lets himself be guided onto his back, his hands brought up as he grips the slats of the headboard. Feels the binding wind around his wrists before fastening him firmly in place. There’s a moment of tension in him then, a moment when the wriggling doubts and the darkness almost get the best of him.
But then he feels the end of the ribbon tucked into his palm. Claude giving him a way out. He gives a soft exhale as he relaxes again, curling his fingers tightly around it, though he doesn’t pull. Doesn’t release the snug hold of the ropes that keep him trapped. Lets himself surrender, for the time being, to Claude’s control.
Claude’s mouth is hot and teasing against his skin as he works his way down Sylvain’s throat and along his shoulders. Lower, as Sylvain’s head falls back, throat working around a low, husky moan as his skin pebbles. Claude manages to seek out every place he likes to be touched, tasted, his body shivering in reaction, skin flushed from the attention as his fingers tug at the ropes - not to free himself, but to feel how he is held, unable to reach back. ]
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For now it's enough to slide his hands down to search out familiar skin and to hide a smile against Sylvain's hip at that noise when it's the first of many he means to cause, and Claude slips fingertips beneath the other man's waistbands to tug down the last remaining layers out of the way. With that he also sits up to admire first the trail of bites standing out flush where they were left, and also to reach for the bottle of oil one of them had grabbed when first ending up in bed.
Rather than taking the predictable (for him) teasing route of avoiding Sylvain's cock, Claude bends back down to bring it into his mouth in a practiced motion and wastes no time in tightening around him while taking him in. Some of the bottle's contents are also tipped out into one hand along his fingers as he wraps one hand around the base of the other's length. The oiled fingers are brought to pause just before slipping into him in a silent question, one he'd ask aloud if it weren't for his mouth being otherwise occupied. ]
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The blindfold means he has no idea what the man is planning. He makes a quiet noise of protest when he’s deprived of touch entirely, but it’s a brief interruption at best. And his breath hisses out around a moan when Claude bends to suck him into wet heat with no warning - not what he would have predicted of the other man, who is far too fond of playing the tease.
His hips rock, wanting to press up into that delicious wet heat, even as he feels slicked fingertips quest down between his legs. He can’t see Claude, but he can feel the unasked question and he parts his legs a little wider to either side of the other man’s legs in answer and permission. ]
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But while the search for Sylvain's pleasure isn't hidden in any outright teasing, there's certainly what's hidden and yet to come: a careful eye kept on driving Sylvain close to the edge in a familiar way they've done before, but no further than that. The instant it seems close or perhaps simply close enough, he'll withdraw his fingers, or his mouth, or maybe both.
He's got some time to decide on which it'll be, after all - at least for this time since it's not the only interruption he has planned. ]
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[ The curse is drawn out as those fingers slide into him, stretching him with an easy familiarity now. He presses down against them, caught between the heated thrusts of them and the bob of wet heat as Claude’s mouth works around his length.
Restless, impatient, he moves, chasing his pleasure wanting more. The blindfold robbing him of sight means his other senses are working overtime to make up for the lack. Which means everything feels just a little more intense as he lets Claude tease and play. ]
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More importantly: the point is to drive Sylvain to the edge. Stopping here and before they get farther yet just won't do.
Which is why he picks up the pace with his fingers to move them more insistently, deeper, and faster; he hollows his cheeks a bit while moving down Sylvain's cock before an intentionally slow ascent at a mismatch, searching out more of those cries and moans he so enjoys getting when they feel like rewards for his efforts. ]
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His teeth bite down on his lower lip, but it does nothing to muffle the moans and soft whimpers every time Claude finds an especially sensitive spot inside him, or along his cock. Especially since he's an expert on zeroing in on every single one of them.
It’s not long before he’s breathless, body shuddering as that pleasure builds. Not that he’s really holding any of it back. But it’s easier to lose himself in it with the world dark around him and his only tether the feel of Claude’s hands and mouth on his skin. ]
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As he comes to the tip of Sylvain's cock this time, Claude runs his tongue slowly over the head once more and releases it after. No more of that for now as he presses his mouth to one of Sylvain's hips next, tempted to sink his teeth into skin there. But a better idea - to him - follows, and he trails slow kisses down along the top of a thigh before moving to the inside of it. It's there instead he applies his attentions as (semi-) innocent kisses turn into open mouthed ones with pressure to start on the constellations he means to leave behind.
It's hands off now as he withdraws his fingers from teasing Sylvain with the last few strokes having been decidedly not deep enough, then slower until they'd stopped entirely as he'd pulled back. Limits now, in fact, any touch to just his mouth alone moving along other sensitive patches he's learned on those inner thighs to leave one mark after another in his wake so long as the process of them being left is being enjoyed with his hands braced against the bed as he moves to the other thigh to leave scattered ones there, too. ]
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And then Claude’s fingers withdraw as well, earning a very needy whine as Sylvain’s body writhes and stretches - against the bindings, towards where he knows Claude is, when all he can feel now is the trail of his lips. ]
Fuck, fuck, are you trying to drive me slowly mad?
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[ He's pleased but careful to not sound too pleased even if every noise Sylvain's made, every longing movement is what he's aimed for all along. Enough so that Claude abandons his trail along Sylvain's other thigh to both sit up and move forward enough to straddle the other's waist with knees locked in alongside those hips. It's not much of a restraint and is more meant to keep Sylvain there without offering any gratification to his cock as he maintains a careful distance.
Instead Claude puts his hands to work along that muscular chest beneath him to trace over it once more while bending down to hover over Sylvain's mouth for just a moment. ]
Remember it'll be worth it in the end like it always is.
[ Not the answer Sylvain wants to hear right now, he's sure, nor is it further attention requested by that neediness. An intentional choice just like withdrawing seconds ago since now Claude's intent is to slow things back down just a bit as he brings a hand up with a couple fingers beneath the other man's chin to tilt it up for an unhurried kiss meant to smolder. ]
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[ A completely hollow threat, for all the heat it’s grumbled with. He squirms against the body now pinning him down by his torso, hips rocking up in a vain attempt to chase that contact he’s once more been denied. It doesn’t work - Claude has seated himself just out of range. Enough to pin him in place but nowhere close enough for Sylvain to get what he needs on his own.
Still, despite the grumbling, he doesn’t resist when he feels those fingers under his chin, tipping his head up, lips parted in anticipation, breath coming a little rougher now from both arousal and exertion. ]
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[ A grin's vivid in his voice as Sylvain tilts his head up obediently and with need clearly behind it even if those attempts to move around hadn't said as much with no words necessary. Claude slides his hand away from the other's chin to once again curl his fingers lightly into red hair to keep him close during that kiss. And maybe in a call back to how tonight had started it's easy to keep those going in for what once isn't meant to test Sylvain's patience, but maybe Claude's own quiet way of expression a devotion unsaid and something besides these moments along. Something far greater.
It's that which has his hands tracing over Sylvain's chest, shoulders, and arms now in appreciation once again. This time as those touches shift more into a slow massage meant to get Sylvain to relax back from the edge (with any luck), a quiet sort of adoration now poured into each movement. ]
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