"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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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."