I think both your egos are secure enough to not need an abundance of flattery from me. Especially when mouths could be so useful elsewhere instead.
[ He says it playfully, flippantly, but his eyes are still dark as he watches Hilda sink down on her knees before Claude, fingers loosening his clothes to strip away the fabric as she goes.
His own pants are unfastened though his cock is still tucked away beneath the fabric. His fingers skim lightly along the underside, the shape and length of him visible from how he reclines back on his elbows and watches the show the other two put on. It’s impossible to hide how much he’s enjoying it, and he wouldn’t have even bothered to try, in fact. He wants them to see. ]
I don't need my ego stroked as much as Claude does.
[ Hilda's tone matches Sylvain's - it's playful and light much like her fingers as they dance across the top of Claude's pants. Her fingernails drag lightly against the skin there before they pause at the button. Her mouth presses a warm kiss slow and sweet to his thumb, taking it in her mouth to swirl and suck it languidly. When she releases it she casts a fleeting glance over her shoulder towards Sylvain.
Hilda's eyes light up at the sight. There's no hiding the way her eyes trail the motion of his hand as he teases himself. It's not hard to conjure the images of their night in the Feywild maze and how it felt to have him touch her. Warmth breaks against her skin as an impish smile breaks across her lips. ]
We like complimenting you though, Sylvain. But... [ Her voice trails off as she turns back towards Claude, humming in thought. ] I guess you're right. There are other places to use mouths. Like here -
[ Her lips press against Claude's abdomen again to leave a mark of adoration against his skin. Before her lips decide on the next place her fingers make work of the button of his pants, slowly wriggling them down his legs. Her lips find the inside of his thighs, pressing kisses to both of them, using her teeth to drag lightly against sensitive skin. ]
Or here.
[ She gazes up, eyes brimming with feigned innocence, the question she poses to the pair of them. ]
[ If he wasn't so distracted by each of Hilda's movements and all the possibilities of what could follow each one as the next, Claude might've scoffed at the idea that any of them didn't enjoy compliments as much as the other no matter who was being compared. But on this - well, he'll take it. For now, since there's a fine line between being too difficult and not getting what he'd like and riling them both up.
Or himself, since when Claude finally pauses to find what it is he wants to say, he's already followed Hilda's gaze to Sylvain's repose - or what would be if it wasn't for that very active interest in what might come that. Something they share, though as Hilda's lips and teeth skim across his thighs in an echo of something from so many nights and far too many nights since the last, and what results is a not at all subtle sharp inhale when each press of her mouth sends shivers radiating. It's the realization of the latter combined with desire serves to derail his thoughts for a solid few seconds as he holds her gaze with all of it apparent.
There's an answer - an obvious one, and one obvious for more reasons than one as he suddenly realizes his hand had slipped unbidden from her face back into her hair wherever his fingertips could find to rest in her hairstyle - and it rests on the tip of his tongue for a moment to teeter back and forth. It isn't hesitation keeping him from but something else in mind when he's quick to answer before Sylvain does, with any luck. ]
Those are a good start, but I bet we can think of some other ones. [ And with a smirk cut sideways to where Sylvain's seated, he'll hold the other man's gaze if he catches it for a second before looking back to Hilda next. ] Or we could take some mercy on Sylvain - for now - and let him choose and see about earning some praise.
Well, since I’m the hapless spectator here, I think it’s only fair I get to dictate what I want to see.
[ Sylvain’s tone is playfully smug, but that doesn’t change the fact that his intent gaze is dark and hungry as he watches them together. Licking bitten lips, he lets his fingers continue to tease over the outline of his own cock, not giving himself more than that for the moment. ]
Let me see what you can do with that clever tongue of yours, Hilda. Take him in your mouth. Make him moan. He makes such pretty noises when you get him desperate.
[ Hilda doesn't give enough time for any prick of jealousy or possessiveness to rear its head as Sylvain utters directions and knowledge of a state few got to see with Claude. Instead she hums in feigned thought as if considering it despite the fact that her hands are already beginning to grasp the top of Claude's underthings to pull them down revealing his length. ]
I guess I could. It's been a while since I've heard them.
[ Spitting into her hand she begins to work him languidly, letting out a dainty little sigh. ]
I've forgotten what they sound like if I'm being honest.
[ And while that's a bold faced lie, she certainly hasn't forgotten how to try and coax those sounds from Claude. Eyes never leaving him she starts slow, her tongue teasing his slit only letting her mouth slip briefly around the head and tip before pulling back away. ]
[ A while is an understatement as anticipation reminds him. As it's doubled down upon by Sylvain's words which tug desire forth even more though now and in the last bit of clothing being tugged away, there's no hiding it as Hilda takes him in hand. Though he'd been mostly hard already, his cock hardens further with her touch.
There's only so much he can play off when that hitch of his breath as her tongue lathes over him before her mouth was audible in the relative quiet of their room. Claude has to bite the inside of his cheek as undetectedly as possible when Hilda pulls back as a tactic they certainly share in common. He knows how this works, the way they tease each other and how that's not just in pairs but has expanded to all three of them now.
Something Claude certainly doesn't mind at all. It's all part of the thrill of knowing this could just as easily shift from putting Sylvain at the center of it to any one of them in the next moment - which is why he's also going to double down on what he can do here, always one to test what he can as he brings his hand forward to trace the pad of his thumb along Hilda's jaw again. ]
Sylvain has just as many and particularly loves being denied something. His favorite, actually.
[ As Claude's doing now in the flimsiest of ways, even if it's not giving Hilda what she wants either without a little more first. ]
[ That just gets a scoff of laughter from the redhead. ]
Oh, we all know that is a blatant lie. Then again, none of us are exactly the patient sort here.
[ Which makes for an interesting blend, since they all tend to be a bit of a tease as well. It also makes for an explosive combination in certain circumstances. One he’s looking forward to tonight. ]
Stop trying to distract from the fact that Hilda knows exactly what she’s doing and you know just how true that is. Maybe you’re the one we should be teasing and denying here, hmm?
[ His eyes, though, are locked on the movement of Hilda’s mouth. The dart of that tongue as she teases against the slit. He can practically see the way Claude hardens more at the stimulation. His own hand strokes along his length again, finally tugging himself out and purposefully wrapping his fingers around his cock as he teases himself in time to the movement of her mouth. As if he could imagine feeling her there, too. ]
[ As much as they're teasing one another, Hilda is well aware of the nerves that bubble beneath her desire and embarrassment. What if she had forgotten? What if what had felt pleasurable didn't anymore? And that hasn't even touched on what Sylvain might like. Self-doubt and self-consciousness are new to her in these sorts of scenarios. Even when she doesn't know anything about a new partner there's enough self-confidence in her looks that overshadows any insecurities that may arise. It's odd for her not to have that to fall back on, particularly with two people that arguably know her the best.
The brush of Claude's thumb against her jaw draws her from her thoughts momentarily as she leans into his touch. Movement from the corner of her eye draws her attention to Sylvain. Lips part a little wider to pull Claude slowly against her tongue, squeezing him just a little more with her hand as it moves in tandem with her mouth as she keeps eye contact with Sylvain. ]
Why am I not surprised you both have that in common?
[ This time she takes her time licking Claude's length from shaft to tip, coating it with her saliva before returning to only working him with her hands. ]
That isn't a bad idea, Sylvain. [ Her eyes flash up back towards Claude, tongue skipping across the head of him mischievously. ] Besides, doing anything beyond teasing is so much work. And it's been such a long day already.
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[ This time whatever resolve he had to remain silent dissolves when Claude (poorly) chokes back a noise in the back of his throat as Hilda works her way along his length. The deliberateness of every movement only adds to everything so much more, and in a motion he doesn't begin to hope that both of them somehow won't notice the fingers of his free hand curl into his palm. A precursor to an idea half formed, possibly, though by the time he's left with Hilda's hands the breath he exhales is decidedly shaky with a mixture of need and want. ]
Sounds to me like Sylvain's asking for the two of us to team up on him even further.
[ Since - in the larger picture of things, this is rather light, isn't it? There's more they could do which certainly doesn't involve he himself being the object of teasing - though maybe that doesn't need to be voiced aloud with a particular stroke of Hilda's hand has his breath rather noticeably hitching in his throat and there's a shift of his hips to follow her hand to maximize the touch.
But. It's followed immediately by a smirk the two of them well know well as a sign that an idea's occurred to him. ]
But it has been a long day, hasn't it? I'd hate to tire you out even more before we've really gotten started. Let's fix that.
[ With the last words out of his mouth, Claude steps back out of her grasp to instead take her hands in his, first to pull her up to stand and then steps forward to move her back towards the bed unless someone has something else to add first. ]
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[ He says it playfully, flippantly, but his eyes are still dark as he watches Hilda sink down on her knees before Claude, fingers loosening his clothes to strip away the fabric as she goes.
His own pants are unfastened though his cock is still tucked away beneath the fabric. His fingers skim lightly along the underside, the shape and length of him visible from how he reclines back on his elbows and watches the show the other two put on. It’s impossible to hide how much he’s enjoying it, and he wouldn’t have even bothered to try, in fact. He wants them to see. ]
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[ Hilda's tone matches Sylvain's - it's playful and light much like her fingers as they dance across the top of Claude's pants. Her fingernails drag lightly against the skin there before they pause at the button. Her mouth presses a warm kiss slow and sweet to his thumb, taking it in her mouth to swirl and suck it languidly. When she releases it she casts a fleeting glance over her shoulder towards Sylvain.
Hilda's eyes light up at the sight. There's no hiding the way her eyes trail the motion of his hand as he teases himself. It's not hard to conjure the images of their night in the Feywild maze and how it felt to have him touch her. Warmth breaks against her skin as an impish smile breaks across her lips. ]
We like complimenting you though, Sylvain. But... [ Her voice trails off as she turns back towards Claude, humming in thought. ] I guess you're right. There are other places to use mouths. Like here -
[ Her lips press against Claude's abdomen again to leave a mark of adoration against his skin. Before her lips decide on the next place her fingers make work of the button of his pants, slowly wriggling them down his legs. Her lips find the inside of his thighs, pressing kisses to both of them, using her teeth to drag lightly against sensitive skin. ]
Or here.
[ She gazes up, eyes brimming with feigned innocence, the question she poses to the pair of them. ]
Anywhere else?
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Or himself, since when Claude finally pauses to find what it is he wants to say, he's already followed Hilda's gaze to Sylvain's repose - or what would be if it wasn't for that very active interest in what might come that. Something they share, though as Hilda's lips and teeth skim across his thighs in an echo of something from so many nights and far too many nights since the last, and what results is a not at all subtle sharp inhale when each press of her mouth sends shivers radiating. It's the realization of the latter combined with desire serves to derail his thoughts for a solid few seconds as he holds her gaze with all of it apparent.
There's an answer - an obvious one, and one obvious for more reasons than one as he suddenly realizes his hand had slipped unbidden from her face back into her hair wherever his fingertips could find to rest in her hairstyle - and it rests on the tip of his tongue for a moment to teeter back and forth. It isn't hesitation keeping him from but something else in mind when he's quick to answer before Sylvain does, with any luck. ]
Those are a good start, but I bet we can think of some other ones. [ And with a smirk cut sideways to where Sylvain's seated, he'll hold the other man's gaze if he catches it for a second before looking back to Hilda next. ] Or we could take some mercy on Sylvain - for now - and let him choose and see about earning some praise.
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[ Sylvain’s tone is playfully smug, but that doesn’t change the fact that his intent gaze is dark and hungry as he watches them together. Licking bitten lips, he lets his fingers continue to tease over the outline of his own cock, not giving himself more than that for the moment. ]
Let me see what you can do with that clever tongue of yours, Hilda. Take him in your mouth. Make him moan. He makes such pretty noises when you get him desperate.
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I guess I could. It's been a while since I've heard them.
[ Spitting into her hand she begins to work him languidly, letting out a dainty little sigh. ]
I've forgotten what they sound like if I'm being honest.
[ And while that's a bold faced lie, she certainly hasn't forgotten how to try and coax those sounds from Claude. Eyes never leaving him she starts slow, her tongue teasing his slit only letting her mouth slip briefly around the head and tip before pulling back away. ]
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There's only so much he can play off when that hitch of his breath as her tongue lathes over him before her mouth was audible in the relative quiet of their room. Claude has to bite the inside of his cheek as undetectedly as possible when Hilda pulls back as a tactic they certainly share in common. He knows how this works, the way they tease each other and how that's not just in pairs but has expanded to all three of them now.
Something Claude certainly doesn't mind at all. It's all part of the thrill of knowing this could just as easily shift from putting Sylvain at the center of it to any one of them in the next moment - which is why he's also going to double down on what he can do here, always one to test what he can as he brings his hand forward to trace the pad of his thumb along Hilda's jaw again. ]
Sylvain has just as many and particularly loves being denied something. His favorite, actually.
[ As Claude's doing now in the flimsiest of ways, even if it's not giving Hilda what she wants either without a little more first. ]
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Oh, we all know that is a blatant lie. Then again, none of us are exactly the patient sort here.
[ Which makes for an interesting blend, since they all tend to be a bit of a tease as well. It also makes for an explosive combination in certain circumstances. One he’s looking forward to tonight. ]
Stop trying to distract from the fact that Hilda knows exactly what she’s doing and you know just how true that is. Maybe you’re the one we should be teasing and denying here, hmm?
[ His eyes, though, are locked on the movement of Hilda’s mouth. The dart of that tongue as she teases against the slit. He can practically see the way Claude hardens more at the stimulation. His own hand strokes along his length again, finally tugging himself out and purposefully wrapping his fingers around his cock as he teases himself in time to the movement of her mouth. As if he could imagine feeling her there, too. ]
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The brush of Claude's thumb against her jaw draws her from her thoughts momentarily as she leans into his touch. Movement from the corner of her eye draws her attention to Sylvain. Lips part a little wider to pull Claude slowly against her tongue, squeezing him just a little more with her hand as it moves in tandem with her mouth as she keeps eye contact with Sylvain. ]
Why am I not surprised you both have that in common?
[ This time she takes her time licking Claude's length from shaft to tip, coating it with her saliva before returning to only working him with her hands. ]
That isn't a bad idea, Sylvain. [ Her eyes flash up back towards Claude, tongue skipping across the head of him mischievously. ] Besides, doing anything beyond teasing is so much work. And it's been such a long day already.
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Sounds to me like Sylvain's asking for the two of us to team up on him even further.
[ Since - in the larger picture of things, this is rather light, isn't it? There's more they could do which certainly doesn't involve he himself being the object of teasing - though maybe that doesn't need to be voiced aloud with a particular stroke of Hilda's hand has his breath rather noticeably hitching in his throat and there's a shift of his hips to follow her hand to maximize the touch.
But. It's followed immediately by a smirk the two of them well know well as a sign that an idea's occurred to him. ]
But it has been a long day, hasn't it? I'd hate to tire you out even more before we've really gotten started. Let's fix that.
[ With the last words out of his mouth, Claude steps back out of her grasp to instead take her hands in his, first to pull her up to stand and then steps forward to move her back towards the bed unless someone has something else to add first. ]