Sylvain's hands guiding his into the air is a routine he knows after years of getting to know each other in every last intimate way possible. The same for the fingers winding their way around his wrists to make it so when he knows a version of what will follow; the list of who he trusts enough for those restraints is a short one without many on it. The two gods in front of and behind him certainly made it on there long ago.
It's that trust which makes this enjoyable as the restraints are completed and he finds himself ever so slightly suspended within the air. It's anticipation which has him fully hard now as if any of them needed proof of how this in particular caters to his interests. Not that it'll be as simple as this, of course. The tease of Sylvain's length behind him and that hand over his own cock again have him swallowing an impatience noise before it can be heard.
"I didn't know you were planning on fucking my thighs to satisfy Jesper's request." A playful pout's in those words as Claude arches again. A show once more to play into all those angles Sylvain's moved him into to be on display when he knows what ones play into his strengths with a preciseness, and one also to press back against Sylvain's cock. Less than what he'd usually prefer to offer, but with one leg in Sylvain's grip and the other foot basically skimming the ground it's the best he can offer.
Until, that is, he catches onto Sylvain's magic reaching even farther than the threads around him and his interest sharpens yet again. "But if you're planning on making him impatient, I think it's only fair he also gets tied up."
Oh Jesper is 100% locked in once Sylvain ever so artfully restrains Claude and in the process puts every inch of that body on display for him. It is the most beautiful masterpiece to admire. He is fully hard solely from watching and there is no doubting with a flash of those silver eyes that he approves of Sylvain's choice here. He bites his lip and watches, playing with his nipples as he does, that little bit of spice a contrast to the heat touching himself would give.
Except then Sylvain plays his little trick and he should have seen that coming, which his moan communicates when words don't come easily to his mouth right away. "You fiend," Jesper finally says, swallowing as the lust settles comfortably over his shoulders. He takes his hand off himself so that Sylvain is entirely in control of both of them now, restraint meaning more than only who is being tied up.
"Impatient, isn't he?" Jesper drawls about Claude trying to provoke about the thighs, but he's grinning ear-to-ear because Claude deserves every drawn out second to torment him given his own nature. That's why it is so much fun when he's the one who has to be put on display and used, rather than getting to control the situation. Every version of it is fun, but Jesper does have a fondness for watching Claude get swept out of his head and into his feelings.
"Twist my arm why don't you." Jesper says, amused, and doesn't need to be asked at all. This is one of his favorite kinks. The nearby stretches of cloth turn into bindings themselves and he puts his arms up, hands immediately wrapped around and tied to the headboard. "We're at your mercy, Sylvain. All yours." Jesper may be the one being the voyeur but now that Sylvain has added phandom pleasure to it, he's fully invested.
"Always impatient. Ironic, when he's the biggest tease in the room."
Which is an impressive title, really, considering the three of them currently in this room.
That smirk is audibly in his voice though as he gestures his fingers and gathers some more of that loose thread, enough to loop under Claude's knee and suspend it there so he can free up both his hands. For a moment, he's tempted to lift the other leg, too, have Claude completely suspended for their viewing, but he looks so good like this. That can wait a bit.
But with his hands free, he doesn't hesitate in exploring over Claude's heated skin, seeking out sensitivity, teasing more of that arousal simmering in his blood. And every touch, every caress, ever tease, gets translated to Jesper now as well. Watching how their lover's body responds to the sensation, even as he feels Claude's react where they're pressed flush together.
"That didn't actually require much twisting at all." To play on those words his fingers pinch lightly at a nipple, tugging and twisting it to hardness, a hint of sharpness to the play, to add an edge to the caresses. "And tsk. That is very dangerous permission to give me, you know."
"And yet both of you always seem rather pleased at the end of all that teasing."
No less lackluster in the sass put behind it, though the retort itself rather is thanks to those roaming hands which Sylvain knows are all too effective after the threads shift him again. All touches Claude never tires of no matter how slowly they might move in the name of every last bit of anticipation he himself has unleashed on both lovers separately and together over the years as a sharp inhale leaves him when fingers begin to tweak. A routine he truly never tires of - as they well know - and one made all the better by watching restraints wind their way around Jesper, too.
"Are you planning on doing any actual twisting?" Plenty of experience has taught him there's more than a chance that challenging Sylvain on anything will be met with the same stubbornness he knows well is within him. But with his hands rather limited and that lone foot to brush against the floor every so often not providing much other opportunities: running his mouth it is. "Rather tame for having both of us at your mercy, you know."
He's taking his chances on that for both him and Jesper at the same time thanks to that magic, after all.
"You look so fucking hot right now, Claude." Jesper is pulled out of his own teasing remarks to state what is obvious, but that's because Sylvain is really getting him going now. Even as Claude reacts and warms up to the touches, Jesper shudders a little as it gets to him on his side. Phantom touches, inspiring to him. He's glad he can't touch himself right then, it'd be too easy to let himself get distracted by gaining pleasure. Instead he wants it to be tortured out of him like this.
But seriously, seeing Claude strung up like this on full display, a flush in his pretty cheeks and every inch of him being hungrily admired, it's something to behold. Incredibly hot. He moans at the twist on the nipple, always sensitive there himself in the best sense, and his legs stretch out to the sides, putting himself in his naked glory on show too. He has nothing to rub himself against other than air so he'll just have to suffer. They both will.
"I see the plan here." He grins. "You want both of us to be begging for you to fuck us. Genius." One begging is good enough, but he's set up a situation where his partners are at his mercy and experiencing the same act. Fuckery on two levels. "If we're very good and beg you pretty enough, are you going to give it to us, baby?"
"That depends on how creatively you beg, I suppose."
There's a smirk in his voice as he watches Jesper stretch and strain on the bed, knowing what he's feeling. Can feel the same reactions shudder through Claude where he keeps him pinned flush against his chest.
But despite his words, he knows there's little he'd ever deny his lovers - either one of them.
With Claude restrained and suspended as he is, it's easy for Sylvain to murmur the spell to slick his fingers, sliding them teasingly against his entrance - knowing Jesper will be able to see every movement, as well as feel it. he takes his time, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside, stretching Claude open with a single finger, then two, taking his time in working him open. And purposefully brushing his fingertips over the man's prostate anytime he suspected the man was going to start getting impatient and sassy about something. It was a pretty effective method of short-circuiting the man's brain, he'd found.
And his other hand keeps moving around Claude's cock, stroking deliberate and slow. Enough to keep him squirming but not push him too far too fast. He was enjoying how much it tormented the both of them while he got to watch, got to feel.
Realistically, that isn't going to be an option for long. Claude knows it, Jesper knows it, Sylvain absolutely knows it with all those very deliberate escalations of touch which aren't quite enough as little promises of what might come if they give into those desires. Even the fingers as a welcome addition for something more focused are intentionally not enough, not even when he runs his mouth a bit too much and earns a curve of them and Sylvain gets rewarded with a sharp inhale while Claude still holds onto his eroding control while he can.
Claude swallows back the frustrated noise threatening to break free to not give Sylvain the satisfaction - as if it can't be felt anyway when there's no real disguising it thanks to this ability or that one - and instead tips his head back to lean against the other man's broad shoulder behind him while watching Jesper through half-lidded eyes. They're both being wound up, after all, and if Jesper's enjoying this sight then the same is true for Claude as he runs his gaze slowly across the man in question's spread form. Even if he won't cave to beg just yet, nothing says he can't play on that to give Jesper more of what he wants, too, as he does his best to brush a kiss to what he can reach of Sylvain's jaw.
"Jesper did say he wanted a show, didn't he? He looks a little too relaxed still. I bet-" brief pause for a curse through gritted teeth as another too slow pass of Sylvain's hand along his cock nearly derails him again, a betrayal in not so many words he also wants for himself what he's about to describe - "you could put those talented hands to even better use for both of us. Make him arch off the bed even more."
Jesper is not someone who minds begging. He's a champion begger. He never holds out. Claude however is more difficult about it, which means he's about to be in for the edging ride along with him. He'll probably swear at Claude more than Sylvain as this goes, but they'll all have a great time along the way. And also, he literally asked for this. And now Claude is pushing it more, which only makes Jesper laugh.
"You are such a problem," he scolds him, which is definitely a compliment. Jesper does feel as if he's the one being prepared, as if he's the one being stimulated on both ends. The troublesome part being that he's not. His cock is hard and untouched and his body lacking the caresses he would love to be real, but they have time. He's just being extra tortured without the follow through. Instead he leans into the magical aspect and makes the restraints around his hands harsher so he doesn't get tempted to touch himself.
"Just so you know, sweetheart, as soon as you're done fucking him, I am going to fuck you through this bed. I'm going to break the damn thing. I'm going to smother you in these sheets." Jesper's both threatening and promising, but he's grinning all the while. It's a joke but also not, he looks forward to being able to give it back to Sylvain in full later. "And I'll let Claude decide how long I torment you before you come, so be very thoughtful about your actions here." Jesper always gives in! Claude, not so much.
"I don't think Claude should ever get to decide things like that. He's the worst. He's also the one who wants to drag this out for you as long as possible, you realize. I feel like we should both be punishing him instead."
The words are smirked into the back of Claude's shoulder a moment before teeth bite lightly into the flesh there, leaving redness behind, even as he thrusts his fingers in, fast and deep, scissoring them within him. And then purposefully focusing on his prostate while he slows his strokes around the man's cock. Alternating where he stimulates, making sure it's never too much at once.
His eyes remain locked on Jesper's gorgeous form stretched out on the bed, reading the reactions written in his movements, his expressions, the sounds he makes, even as he feels the same in the man caught against him. Deeply in-tune with both of them and focused on their shared pleasure. he knows what both of his lovers enjoy and he doles out a generous amount of teasing for both of them, even if his hands were only on Claude's body.
But wanting his hands elsewhere, it's not long before he's satisfied with how stretched Claude is and he withdraws his fingers long enough to slick his cock, sliding the head over that tight ring of muscle.
And then he's grasping Claude's hips and pushing into his lover with one sharp, deep thrust, knowing that both of them would feel the stretch of being filled without any further warning or him bothering to slow to give them time to adjust. He doesn't give them time to catch their breaths either, barely hesitating before he starts fucking the suspended man now impaled so tightly on his cock.
"For that we should punish Sylvain even more. I'm on board with everything Jesper said for what he wants to do to you, except that I think he should fuck me first now that you're demonstrating how much you love to wait."
Another time when those deft fingers aren't causing him to punctuate those words with little noises just barely held back, that might've founded a little more ominous. As it is it'll have to do as they're ground out while pretending like he's not absolutely giving into what Sylvain wants. In this, at least, because he means every word about delays.
Is this also his way of telling Sylvain to hurry up already? Maybe. Claude knows it'll be (correctly) heard as that as it is. A little bossiness never hurts even if he's one of the ones tied up and at Sylvain's mercy at the moment.
But not long when it comes to waiting now because that cock sliding into him with a familiar roughness they bring out of each other all around gets an exhale that's closer to the moan the other is looking for. Fruitlessly his fingers clench onto nothing but those ribbons wound through his grasp when he'd really like to be sinking them into someone else's skin besides his own, and they offer no leverage to press back against Sylvain like he wants even as each thrust takes him deeper.
"Harder," gets gasped out as close of a command as he can make it as one particular angle brings pleasure which threatens to wipe his mind clean of thoughts, not only for himself but the sight of Jesper on the bed enjoying both the view and the sensations as he makes sure to tighten around Sylvain as much as he can.
"How about no one punishes anyone right now and Sylvain just fucks us already? Please?" See, Jesper has no problem begging! Right away! It's because of the prostate for certain, Sylvain is making him want to die with how good it feels doing it to Claude. It's insane to be able to feel all of it as if it's truly happening to him, and also possibly making him insane. He whines when he sees Sylvain's fingers move and does an excited little jiggle of his hips as if he's ready for Sylvain to thrust inside of him instead. It's the same instinct, the same feeling.
Jesper's back does arch right off the bed with how good that intense first thrust feels and he pants. He can also feel the helplessness that Claude's going through being tied as he is and unable to push back, Jesper's hips pushing down into the bed because he's trying to do the same thing against a cock that isn't there. He can't get a hand on himself and doesn't angle toward the bed to rub any friction out of it, playing by the rules by humping at the air desperately.
"Don't stop," is gasped out from Sylvain's second lover. The fact that Sylvain is going ruthless right away means good things for them. "Do you think you can make me come untouched and not even be the one fucked, Sylvain?" Jesper grins at him, gray eyes silver as they latch onto Claude's face. He is so pretty it hurts sometimes but the expression on his face is perfection. "Because my money's on you, sweetheart." Jesper may lose his goddamn mind before it happens, but it's absolutely doable in this situation.
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It's that trust which makes this enjoyable as the restraints are completed and he finds himself ever so slightly suspended within the air. It's anticipation which has him fully hard now as if any of them needed proof of how this in particular caters to his interests. Not that it'll be as simple as this, of course. The tease of Sylvain's length behind him and that hand over his own cock again have him swallowing an impatience noise before it can be heard.
"I didn't know you were planning on fucking my thighs to satisfy Jesper's request." A playful pout's in those words as Claude arches again. A show once more to play into all those angles Sylvain's moved him into to be on display when he knows what ones play into his strengths with a preciseness, and one also to press back against Sylvain's cock. Less than what he'd usually prefer to offer, but with one leg in Sylvain's grip and the other foot basically skimming the ground it's the best he can offer.
Until, that is, he catches onto Sylvain's magic reaching even farther than the threads around him and his interest sharpens yet again. "But if you're planning on making him impatient, I think it's only fair he also gets tied up."
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Except then Sylvain plays his little trick and he should have seen that coming, which his moan communicates when words don't come easily to his mouth right away. "You fiend," Jesper finally says, swallowing as the lust settles comfortably over his shoulders. He takes his hand off himself so that Sylvain is entirely in control of both of them now, restraint meaning more than only who is being tied up.
"Impatient, isn't he?" Jesper drawls about Claude trying to provoke about the thighs, but he's grinning ear-to-ear because Claude deserves every drawn out second to torment him given his own nature. That's why it is so much fun when he's the one who has to be put on display and used, rather than getting to control the situation. Every version of it is fun, but Jesper does have a fondness for watching Claude get swept out of his head and into his feelings.
"Twist my arm why don't you." Jesper says, amused, and doesn't need to be asked at all. This is one of his favorite kinks. The nearby stretches of cloth turn into bindings themselves and he puts his arms up, hands immediately wrapped around and tied to the headboard. "We're at your mercy, Sylvain. All yours." Jesper may be the one being the voyeur but now that Sylvain has added phandom pleasure to it, he's fully invested.
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Which is an impressive title, really, considering the three of them currently in this room.
That smirk is audibly in his voice though as he gestures his fingers and gathers some more of that loose thread, enough to loop under Claude's knee and suspend it there so he can free up both his hands. For a moment, he's tempted to lift the other leg, too, have Claude completely suspended for their viewing, but he looks so good like this. That can wait a bit.
But with his hands free, he doesn't hesitate in exploring over Claude's heated skin, seeking out sensitivity, teasing more of that arousal simmering in his blood. And every touch, every caress, ever tease, gets translated to Jesper now as well. Watching how their lover's body responds to the sensation, even as he feels Claude's react where they're pressed flush together.
"That didn't actually require much twisting at all." To play on those words his fingers pinch lightly at a nipple, tugging and twisting it to hardness, a hint of sharpness to the play, to add an edge to the caresses. "And tsk. That is very dangerous permission to give me, you know."
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No less lackluster in the sass put behind it, though the retort itself rather is thanks to those roaming hands which Sylvain knows are all too effective after the threads shift him again. All touches Claude never tires of no matter how slowly they might move in the name of every last bit of anticipation he himself has unleashed on both lovers separately and together over the years as a sharp inhale leaves him when fingers begin to tweak. A routine he truly never tires of - as they well know - and one made all the better by watching restraints wind their way around Jesper, too.
"Are you planning on doing any actual twisting?" Plenty of experience has taught him there's more than a chance that challenging Sylvain on anything will be met with the same stubbornness he knows well is within him. But with his hands rather limited and that lone foot to brush against the floor every so often not providing much other opportunities: running his mouth it is. "Rather tame for having both of us at your mercy, you know."
He's taking his chances on that for both him and Jesper at the same time thanks to that magic, after all.
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But seriously, seeing Claude strung up like this on full display, a flush in his pretty cheeks and every inch of him being hungrily admired, it's something to behold. Incredibly hot. He moans at the twist on the nipple, always sensitive there himself in the best sense, and his legs stretch out to the sides, putting himself in his naked glory on show too. He has nothing to rub himself against other than air so he'll just have to suffer. They both will.
"I see the plan here." He grins. "You want both of us to be begging for you to fuck us. Genius." One begging is good enough, but he's set up a situation where his partners are at his mercy and experiencing the same act. Fuckery on two levels. "If we're very good and beg you pretty enough, are you going to give it to us, baby?"
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There's a smirk in his voice as he watches Jesper stretch and strain on the bed, knowing what he's feeling. Can feel the same reactions shudder through Claude where he keeps him pinned flush against his chest.
But despite his words, he knows there's little he'd ever deny his lovers - either one of them.
With Claude restrained and suspended as he is, it's easy for Sylvain to murmur the spell to slick his fingers, sliding them teasingly against his entrance - knowing Jesper will be able to see every movement, as well as feel it. he takes his time, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside, stretching Claude open with a single finger, then two, taking his time in working him open. And purposefully brushing his fingertips over the man's prostate anytime he suspected the man was going to start getting impatient and sassy about something. It was a pretty effective method of short-circuiting the man's brain, he'd found.
And his other hand keeps moving around Claude's cock, stroking deliberate and slow. Enough to keep him squirming but not push him too far too fast. He was enjoying how much it tormented the both of them while he got to watch, got to feel.
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Realistically, that isn't going to be an option for long. Claude knows it, Jesper knows it, Sylvain absolutely knows it with all those very deliberate escalations of touch which aren't quite enough as little promises of what might come if they give into those desires. Even the fingers as a welcome addition for something more focused are intentionally not enough, not even when he runs his mouth a bit too much and earns a curve of them and Sylvain gets rewarded with a sharp inhale while Claude still holds onto his eroding control while he can.
Claude swallows back the frustrated noise threatening to break free to not give Sylvain the satisfaction - as if it can't be felt anyway when there's no real disguising it thanks to this ability or that one - and instead tips his head back to lean against the other man's broad shoulder behind him while watching Jesper through half-lidded eyes. They're both being wound up, after all, and if Jesper's enjoying this sight then the same is true for Claude as he runs his gaze slowly across the man in question's spread form. Even if he won't cave to beg just yet, nothing says he can't play on that to give Jesper more of what he wants, too, as he does his best to brush a kiss to what he can reach of Sylvain's jaw.
"Jesper did say he wanted a show, didn't he? He looks a little too relaxed still. I bet-" brief pause for a curse through gritted teeth as another too slow pass of Sylvain's hand along his cock nearly derails him again, a betrayal in not so many words he also wants for himself what he's about to describe - "you could put those talented hands to even better use for both of us. Make him arch off the bed even more."
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"You are such a problem," he scolds him, which is definitely a compliment. Jesper does feel as if he's the one being prepared, as if he's the one being stimulated on both ends. The troublesome part being that he's not. His cock is hard and untouched and his body lacking the caresses he would love to be real, but they have time. He's just being extra tortured without the follow through. Instead he leans into the magical aspect and makes the restraints around his hands harsher so he doesn't get tempted to touch himself.
"Just so you know, sweetheart, as soon as you're done fucking him, I am going to fuck you through this bed. I'm going to break the damn thing. I'm going to smother you in these sheets." Jesper's both threatening and promising, but he's grinning all the while. It's a joke but also not, he looks forward to being able to give it back to Sylvain in full later. "And I'll let Claude decide how long I torment you before you come, so be very thoughtful about your actions here." Jesper always gives in! Claude, not so much.
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The words are smirked into the back of Claude's shoulder a moment before teeth bite lightly into the flesh there, leaving redness behind, even as he thrusts his fingers in, fast and deep, scissoring them within him. And then purposefully focusing on his prostate while he slows his strokes around the man's cock. Alternating where he stimulates, making sure it's never too much at once.
His eyes remain locked on Jesper's gorgeous form stretched out on the bed, reading the reactions written in his movements, his expressions, the sounds he makes, even as he feels the same in the man caught against him. Deeply in-tune with both of them and focused on their shared pleasure. he knows what both of his lovers enjoy and he doles out a generous amount of teasing for both of them, even if his hands were only on Claude's body.
But wanting his hands elsewhere, it's not long before he's satisfied with how stretched Claude is and he withdraws his fingers long enough to slick his cock, sliding the head over that tight ring of muscle.
And then he's grasping Claude's hips and pushing into his lover with one sharp, deep thrust, knowing that both of them would feel the stretch of being filled without any further warning or him bothering to slow to give them time to adjust. He doesn't give them time to catch their breaths either, barely hesitating before he starts fucking the suspended man now impaled so tightly on his cock.
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Another time when those deft fingers aren't causing him to punctuate those words with little noises just barely held back, that might've founded a little more ominous. As it is it'll have to do as they're ground out while pretending like he's not absolutely giving into what Sylvain wants. In this, at least, because he means every word about delays.
Is this also his way of telling Sylvain to hurry up already? Maybe. Claude knows it'll be (correctly) heard as that as it is. A little bossiness never hurts even if he's one of the ones tied up and at Sylvain's mercy at the moment.
But not long when it comes to waiting now because that cock sliding into him with a familiar roughness they bring out of each other all around gets an exhale that's closer to the moan the other is looking for. Fruitlessly his fingers clench onto nothing but those ribbons wound through his grasp when he'd really like to be sinking them into someone else's skin besides his own, and they offer no leverage to press back against Sylvain like he wants even as each thrust takes him deeper.
"Harder," gets gasped out as close of a command as he can make it as one particular angle brings pleasure which threatens to wipe his mind clean of thoughts, not only for himself but the sight of Jesper on the bed enjoying both the view and the sensations as he makes sure to tighten around Sylvain as much as he can.
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Jesper's back does arch right off the bed with how good that intense first thrust feels and he pants. He can also feel the helplessness that Claude's going through being tied as he is and unable to push back, Jesper's hips pushing down into the bed because he's trying to do the same thing against a cock that isn't there. He can't get a hand on himself and doesn't angle toward the bed to rub any friction out of it, playing by the rules by humping at the air desperately.
"Don't stop," is gasped out from Sylvain's second lover. The fact that Sylvain is going ruthless right away means good things for them. "Do you think you can make me come untouched and not even be the one fucked, Sylvain?" Jesper grins at him, gray eyes silver as they latch onto Claude's face. He is so pretty it hurts sometimes but the expression on his face is perfection. "Because my money's on you, sweetheart." Jesper may lose his goddamn mind before it happens, but it's absolutely doable in this situation.
"Fuck us like you mean it."