[ 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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[ 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. ]