[ Moving still feels like too much right now - when it comes to moving off Sylvain even if it'd be just to lie down next to him on the bed. The quiet they're sharing in the aftermath of both expressing themselves rather loudly (and rather nicely, in his opinion) is companionable, something meaningful to where he couldn't even choose the right words if asked.
Instead Claude tears his hands away from Sylvain's chest where they'd been roaming yet again like all the other touches weren't enough. They never are, but now he lifts them to run a fingertip along the bottom edge of the blindfold before lifting it to peek beneath and putting on faux surprise like he didn't expect to see Sylvain despite being perched upon him. ]
You still with me in there?
[ It's teasing as he leans down again to capture Sylvain's mouth in a proper kiss if not one made slightly sloppy thanks to a rush of affection and both of them still panting slightly as he pushes the blindfold off over the other man's hair to let it fall on the pillow beneath him. That kiss turns into another as Claude slides his hands up strong arms to go for the knots there next. ]
[ He has to blink and squint a little when Claude finally tugs the blindfold off, his eyes needing to adjust to something other than blackness all over again. But his gaze is quick to find Claude’s face - faux surprise and all - as he gives a quiet chuckle and picks his head up enough to lean into that kiss. Humming softly against Claude’s lips. ]
Ask me again in ten minutes. Maybe I’ll be able to think coherently again by then.
[ An equally feigned complaint to go with the supposed surprise and murmured against Sylvain's mouth when he's loathe to pull away. Undoing the restraints means needing a little bit of focus, though, so he pushes himself up enough on his elbows to undo those knots that'd faithfully held Sylvain right where he wanted him.
With the fabric loosed Claude brings the other's hands back with him with fingers laced loosely to rest Sylvain's hands on the man's chest. All the better for admiring the what's left behind from being tied up around those wrists, though Claude brings one of Sylvain's hands forward to kiss along the marks. ]
Maybe I'll use the ten minutes instead to coax you into getting in a bath with me.
[ He gives a playful groan at that, even if the smile playing about his lips doesn't falter for even a moment as he watches Claude with dark, fond eyes. ]
I'm vetoing anything that requires moving. I'll need at least twenty minutes for that.
[ But he laces their fingers together, and then brings the fingers of Claude's other hands to his lips so he can trail kisses against each one of his knuckles. ]
You're getting closer to a time that'll satisfy my ego.
[ If there's meant to be a complaint in there, it certainly gets overridden by amusement that's too hard to contain. It seems from fondness from those hands weaving through his and the lips brushing against his hands when there's affection overflowing. As there always is, he's learned long ago, in the aftermath of everything as always.
Still, he hums thoughtfully while Sylvain moves between his knuckles. ]
Though I can think of a few things that'd get you to move before then.
[ Said with all the faux thoughtfulness Sylvain will recognize as meaning there is A Plan about to happen. To be fair, he totally had warned the other man as much. Surely he can't be blamed for choosing to do so now. Claude's blaming it on the teeth being applied to him as encouragement when by now they've covered how much he enjoys them as much as everything else - never mind that he certainly needs no reason for this.
Which is why he immediately tightens around Sylvain and offers a roll of his hips when it's also all too convenient he hadn't climbed over to lie down on the bed just yet, even as the motion gets a small gasp out of him thanks to being overly sensitive. Still worth it for yet another round in their endless game of teasing each other. ]
[ The movements gets a sharp inhale of breath as he shudders, cock still overly sensitive where he's still buried deep in Claude's ass. His body spasms, muscles clenching, and his fingers bite into the soft flesh of Claude's hips as he rocks his hips up to meet that roll of movement with an answering one. ]
Fuck. [ A pause, and then a smirking, ] I don't think that counts as moving when I'm still in the same spot.
[ Those fingers digging into his hips are the exact grip he missed and as Sylvain's hips lift he rocks back on them again with a noise that gets caught in the back of his throat. Still a reward as it sends a shiver down his back as that tremor goes through the man beneath him, and absently Claude flexes his fingers against Sylvain's chest where his hands rest. ]
So I should keep going? Noted.
[ Of course he's going to take that as encouragement as they so often do in teasing each other, and of course he's going to do just what he says. It's a languid pace he sets with each roll of his hips to play on both of their oversensitivity. What's a little more teasing after so much of it tonight? ]
[ And since his hands are free this time around, he'll reach up to thread his fingers through Claude's dark hair, tightening into a light grip as he drags him down for a kiss, even as he rocks up again to meet that roll of the other man's hips. ]
I think it works out pretty well for you most of the time.
[ Gets fired back with a grin before both the words and his mouth are swallowed into a languidly returned kiss as he surrenders to those familiar hands in his hair bringing him forward and as one of his hands slides off Sylvain's chest to the bed beneath them to brace himself on the descent. At that matching rock of the other man's hips another grasp gets muffled between their lips and this time Claude intentionally lightly digs his fingernails into Sylvain's chest in approval before breaking the kiss and parting just enough to be able to speak again. Of course. ]
Unless you're saying I should tie you up again because that could always be arranged.
[ There's laughter in his voice as he nips sharply at Claude's lips. In chiding, in teasing, maybe a little of both. He shifts his angle slightly on the next thrust upwards, wanting to stroke along the man's prostate, because he's talking too much for a proper distraction right now. ]
Should have guessed that. Since you're such a control freak. [ Affectionately, of course.
[ This time there's nothing unintentional about the press of his nails into the other's chest paired with a sharp inhale when that lazy thrust to match the teasing they're trading back and forth lands true. With it comes sparks that alight along nerves as he tightens around Sylvain's cock still buried in him more than before. ]
Are we starting what you promised for some next time already? Talk about control.
[ Of course, he could always just move. Maybe go get something with which to clean them up since the bath might be awhile off still even as they tease each other about not moving. That added stimulation hasn't worth off yet as he rocks back to meet Sylvain's hips again with a noise in the back of his throat. ]
If you keep this up for too much longer you might just have to fuck me for real.
[ Said like Sylvain's the one who started this, naturally. ]
[ A slow, lazy smirk stretches across his lips before he moves abruptly, rolling them over until Claude is on his back beneath him and Sylvain - control freak that he really is - can lean over him with a mischievous grin. ]
I think I can handle that.
[ And he leans down to kiss him, hopefully interrupting whatever retort that gesture might have gained him. If he rolls his hips to rock deep once more, well. That can only help his distraction techniques now, right? ]
[ The expression on his face matches Sylvain's as he's rolled onto his back from the start of that look which says something is happening to the finish of the grin. All looks he's become very familiar with on the other man's face, too; the same goes for wherever they might lead now or at any other time. If Claude took a second to think, to comb through what's registering on his face - he might've noticed there was far more fondness threatening to override the rest.
It's that feeling slipping through unnoticed which convinces him to let Sylvain quiet whatever (of the many) comment(s) ready to be made about handling anything with that kiss, though what doesn't get muffled is the noise driven out of him by that thrust that's less teasing than a promise he wants fulfilled. All the more reason to curl his fingers tighter into the red hair at the nape of Sylvain's neck where they've found their usual claim, and to wrap a leg tighter around those hips in a wordless again to keep him close while encouraging him on. ]
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Instead Claude tears his hands away from Sylvain's chest where they'd been roaming yet again like all the other touches weren't enough. They never are, but now he lifts them to run a fingertip along the bottom edge of the blindfold before lifting it to peek beneath and putting on faux surprise like he didn't expect to see Sylvain despite being perched upon him. ]
You still with me in there?
[ It's teasing as he leans down again to capture Sylvain's mouth in a proper kiss if not one made slightly sloppy thanks to a rush of affection and both of them still panting slightly as he pushes the blindfold off over the other man's hair to let it fall on the pillow beneath him. That kiss turns into another as Claude slides his hands up strong arms to go for the knots there next. ]
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Ask me again in ten minutes. Maybe I’ll be able to think coherently again by then.
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[ An equally feigned complaint to go with the supposed surprise and murmured against Sylvain's mouth when he's loathe to pull away. Undoing the restraints means needing a little bit of focus, though, so he pushes himself up enough on his elbows to undo those knots that'd faithfully held Sylvain right where he wanted him.
With the fabric loosed Claude brings the other's hands back with him with fingers laced loosely to rest Sylvain's hands on the man's chest. All the better for admiring the what's left behind from being tied up around those wrists, though Claude brings one of Sylvain's hands forward to kiss along the marks. ]
Maybe I'll use the ten minutes instead to coax you into getting in a bath with me.
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I'm vetoing anything that requires moving. I'll need at least twenty minutes for that.
[ But he laces their fingers together, and then brings the fingers of Claude's other hands to his lips so he can trail kisses against each one of his knuckles. ]
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[ If there's meant to be a complaint in there, it certainly gets overridden by amusement that's too hard to contain. It seems from fondness from those hands weaving through his and the lips brushing against his hands when there's affection overflowing. As there always is, he's learned long ago, in the aftermath of everything as always.
Still, he hums thoughtfully while Sylvain moves between his knuckles. ]
Though I can think of a few things that'd get you to move before then.
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[ He’s grinning as he says it, even as he gives a playful nip to one of Claude’s knuckles. ]
Not when not moving sounds more tempting than anything I can think of right now.
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[ Said with all the faux thoughtfulness Sylvain will recognize as meaning there is A Plan about to happen. To be fair, he totally had warned the other man as much. Surely he can't be blamed for choosing to do so now. Claude's blaming it on the teeth being applied to him as encouragement when by now they've covered how much he enjoys them as much as everything else - never mind that he certainly needs no reason for this.
Which is why he immediately tightens around Sylvain and offers a roll of his hips when it's also all too convenient he hadn't climbed over to lie down on the bed just yet, even as the motion gets a small gasp out of him thanks to being overly sensitive. Still worth it for yet another round in their endless game of teasing each other. ]
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Fuck. [ A pause, and then a smirking, ] I don't think that counts as moving when I'm still in the same spot.
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So I should keep going? Noted.
[ Of course he's going to take that as encouragement as they so often do in teasing each other, and of course he's going to do just what he says. It's a languid pace he sets with each roll of his hips to play on both of their oversensitivity. What's a little more teasing after so much of it tonight? ]
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[ And since his hands are free this time around, he'll reach up to thread his fingers through Claude's dark hair, tightening into a light grip as he drags him down for a kiss, even as he rocks up again to meet that roll of the other man's hips. ]
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[ Gets fired back with a grin before both the words and his mouth are swallowed into a languidly returned kiss as he surrenders to those familiar hands in his hair bringing him forward and as one of his hands slides off Sylvain's chest to the bed beneath them to brace himself on the descent. At that matching rock of the other man's hips another grasp gets muffled between their lips and this time Claude intentionally lightly digs his fingernails into Sylvain's chest in approval before breaking the kiss and parting just enough to be able to speak again. Of course. ]
Unless you're saying I should tie you up again because that could always be arranged.
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[ There's laughter in his voice as he nips sharply at Claude's lips. In chiding, in teasing, maybe a little of both. He shifts his angle slightly on the next thrust upwards, wanting to stroke along the man's prostate, because he's talking too much for a proper distraction right now. ]
Should have guessed that. Since you're such a control freak. [ Affectionately, of course.
...Like he's one to talk. ]
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Are we starting what you promised for some next time already? Talk about control.
[ Of course, he could always just move. Maybe go get something with which to clean them up since the bath might be awhile off still even as they tease each other about not moving. That added stimulation hasn't worth off yet as he rocks back to meet Sylvain's hips again with a noise in the back of his throat. ]
If you keep this up for too much longer you might just have to fuck me for real.
[ Said like Sylvain's the one who started this, naturally. ]
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[ A slow, lazy smirk stretches across his lips before he moves abruptly, rolling them over until Claude is on his back beneath him and Sylvain - control freak that he really is - can lean over him with a mischievous grin. ]
I think I can handle that.
[ And he leans down to kiss him, hopefully interrupting whatever retort that gesture might have gained him. If he rolls his hips to rock deep once more, well. That can only help his distraction techniques now, right? ]
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It's that feeling slipping through unnoticed which convinces him to let Sylvain quiet whatever (of the many) comment(s) ready to be made about handling anything with that kiss, though what doesn't get muffled is the noise driven out of him by that thrust that's less teasing than a promise he wants fulfilled. All the more reason to curl his fingers tighter into the red hair at the nape of Sylvain's neck where they've found their usual claim, and to wrap a leg tighter around those hips in a wordless again to keep him close while encouraging him on. ]