Why are we testing my patience - of which we all know I have none - when we could be testing Hilda’s?
[ The retort is uttered with a smirk as he shivers slightly at the slide of Hilda’s fingers at his waist. The faint edge of her nails adding sensation to the caress, even before Claude’s fingers tangle in the mesh of his shirt and tug him closer.
He doesn’t pull away - mostly because he knows there will be hell to pay of he breaks any of Hilda’s hard work, but also because watching their exchanges like this is always a fascinating moment. How they can have entire conversations without saying a word. It made him marvel every time he witnessed it. Which was happening more and more often of late - either to his benefit or detriment, he was discovering. ]
[ If they had to compare who had the most patience amongst them, Hilda would have immediately, and gracefully, pulled herself out of the running. She had little patience. How could she when she's spent her whole life wanting and immediately receiving? Playing any sort of waiting game for anything she wanted was usually met with a whine, or at the very least a pout.
But maybe this time she's willing to try her hand at it just to sate her burgeoning curiosity of what it would look like to see Sylvain's patience tested.
Hilda can't pinpoint the cause of the spark of warmth down her spine. If it's that fleeting thought, the feeling of Claude's breath warm against the shell of her ear, or the way his fingers settle between the gaps of her dress before settling against her back. She hums. ]
That feels like a lot of pressure.
[ Her gaze moves back towards Sylvain, as she gently grasps Claude's chin to bring his lips to hers. The kiss lingers before she pulls away, tugging lightly on his lips and releasing her grasp. ]
I guess we'll have to try our best then, huh? We should probably get Sylvain comfortable first though, don't you think?
That you have no patience is what makes it so fun. I meant what I said about you having reactions to match.
[ The latter for Hilda's benefit if she's not seen them, that is, and ones Claude's all too happy to assist in drawing out through any number of ways they've played with. He's not missed the look in the other man's eyes as they keep him right where they want him.
What comes next will have to be a mystery as Hilda turns his head and he follows the instruction obediently to meet her with a kiss he doesn't hesitate to put clear desire into. Even with his intent to let her lead, let her set a pace if it's what she wants, having her pressed against him like this leaves no room for anything else as a hum leaves him when she ends the kiss with an instruction.
A glance to the side shows there's a few options for seating with a few armchairs and an upholstered bench, all of which have possibilities, but there's always the bed when there's the inevitability of ending up there at some point tonight. In what capacity's to be determined and in the spirit of testing, Claude hums as lets go of Sylvain's shirt and moves his fingertips upwards along Hilda's shoulder blades and then forward slowly, this time sliding them beneath the netting and searching out skin to start to cup her breasts as much as the construction allows until it gets in the way entirely in a small tease meant for all of them. ]
He can wait a little - right, Sylvain? He loves anticipation, believe me. [ The tone's innocent enough, but Claude certainly means it in no such way as he leans down to drop one kiss after another along Hilda's nearest shoulder in a slow trail. ] Maybe he can get comfortable by finding somewhere to sit first.
[ He watches them kiss, and doesn't bother to hide the quiet groan of appreciation at the sight, his eyes darkening, breathing giving a quiet audible hitch. This isn't something he's gotten to watch a lot of, as they're both still finding their feet and they haven't had a lot of opportunities to explore this. Which was part of why he'd been so insistent they come away together, with just them and no interruptions.
He was having no regrets over this at all. ]
Why don't you let me worry about how comfortable I am and you two keep doing that?
[ There's a note of laughter in his voice but his tone has definitely turned husky as he backs up a step and moves to sink down on the trunk at the end of the bed, which still gives him a perfect view of them where they currently stand. Or if they choose to move to the bed for that matter.
[ Sylvain's reactions in these sorts of intimate situations aren't sights that she's had the opportunity to see which has everything to do with her nervousness and uncertainty of her place here with them. It doesn't escape her that it's uncharacteristic of her to be so filled with doubt. But instead of the impending doom that had come hand in hand with her uncertainty, there's a spark of excitement there instead spurred on by the look she catches in Sylvain's eyes.
When she feels Claude's hands snaking beneath the fabric of her dress, she has half a mind to scold him to remind him for the umpteenth time to be careful. Instead, the brush of skin against her nipples leaves her feeling a little breathless in spite of herself and the subsequent complaint flies from her mind.
She can feel the way her cheeks are flush from the attention from both Claude's wandering hands and lips and Sylvain's amber gaze affixed on the pair of them.The last thing she knows she should do is overthink this. She'd been with Claude so many times before. And yet it's different because they haven't so much as kissed since their fight and they certainly haven't done more than that with Sylvain present.
Her head tilts, allowing more room for Claude to continue his journey across her skin as her arm drapes languidly around his neck. ]
If Sylvain's getting comfortable, it's only fair we do too, right? Why don't you start with my dress, Claude?
[ As much as he's enjoyed appreciating Hilda in this dress, that it only has enough give to move so far is a test to Claude's own patience. It'll have to be enough to touch where he can and when that positive reaction is noted - of course the only thing to do is to repeat that brush and far more deliberately so. When Hilda speaks he pauses in moving his lips slowly up her neck and looks to Sylvain with a grin. ]
Hands to yourself until it's time, Gautier. You know the rules.
[ There are no rules, but since it entertains Claude to bring up one he'd once given Sylvain and feels doubly appropriate here what with enjoying the show as much as that rapt attention implies. It ties in nicely even more so to testing patience and making sure they feed into that look in the other man's eye. One he certainly feels himself as he withdraws his hands with as much and as long of a teasing touch as can be managed.
It'll have to do for now since Claude undoes the dress's closure next, careful to open it all the way to make it all the easier as he slides the dress carefully from Hilda's shoulders. Or starts to before deciding to lean forward to kiss her again as he does so, and there's no pretense about undressing her all the way by letting the fabric slowly pool in ripples down to the floor on the reveal. He's quick to replace the dress with his hands as he breaks the kiss in time with bringing his hands to her breasts again to lightly tease her nipples again between his fingertips before trailing one down towards her ribcage - or farther still if not stopped or redirected. ]
Better?
[ A question aimed everywhere and nowhere in particular, so long as the answers are yes. ]
Since I can’t reach anyone else at the moment, I’ll have to keep them to myself, won’t I?
[ Knowing it’s the exact opposite of what Claude meant with that order, he very deliberately leans back on one hand, spreads his legs, and lets his other hand start unbuttoning his pants.
But his eyes never leave the show they’re giving him. Watching the movement of Claude’s hand over Hilda’s dress, the way her body responds to it - because yeah that dress leaves very little to the imagination and he can see the way her nipples are puckering from here.
And then the fabric is slipping down the lithe lines of her body to pool at her feet and he realizes she really did have nothing on beneath it. His breath hitches with a soft curse as he watches Claude cup her breasts now, playing, and lets his eyes rake over every exposed inch of her with a hungry gaze. ]
[ There's a soft exhale of affirmation from Hilda as the slinky fabric of the dress drops in a quiet woosh to the floor. The garment hadn't been offering much warmth or coverage to begin with, but now that it lay on the floor pooled around her feet it was more apparent than ever that she really had nothing else underneath it. It had been part practicality, part a desire to tease the two that now shared the room with her.
But it's not the cold that leaves her skin pebbling. Claude's earlier teasing had already peaked her nipples into pert points and his hand trailing down the length of her body are the cause. One particular twist of her nipple causes her back to arch slightly as another pleased noise slips from parted lips. She makes no move to stop Claude, enjoying the feeling of his roaming hand and all too enraptured by the sight of Sylvain. Biting her bottom lip doesn't diminish the fact that there now sits a mischievous smirk there that probably mirrors the one on Claude's face. ]
I could say the same about you.
[ Before Claude's hand brushes against the top of her thighs she turns, unclasping the cloak from around his neck and letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor. Her hands make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, kissing and sucking along his chest until that's pushed to the floor too. She moves south, lips cresting the top of his pants before her eyes flick up dangerously towards him. ]
[ There's nothing but a too fond half eye roll, half raising his gaze to the ceiling in feigned exasperation as Sylvain immediately disobeys that supposed rule that's not a rule at all. It's expected and that's exactly why Claude finds it so amusing - though really, if they're going to be testing Sylvain's patience it's only fair the other man uses his hands on himself to keep him occupied.
Claude might have even said as much if it wasn't for Hilda turning in his grasp and that demanding his focus both to make sure he trails his hands over her as much as those pleased pebbles on her skin demand. What Sylvain's said is true - she's gorgeous, and there's a limit to how touch alone can express that even as he tries to put unspoken ones into each pass of his fingers. Maybe it'd make the task of undressing him easier if he'd hold still while her hands work, but the cloak hardly demands it as he brings his hands to rest on her ass to cup it. But the window for that is all too brief as is when he leans in for a kiss and Hilda moves on to spend her own attention on him. It doesn't take long for his eyes to fall shut, his own teasing temporarily forgotten when each press of her lips sparks against his skin.
It's not until she speaks that he remembers to open his eyes and look down to where she waits, and that look from her ignites what was already smoldering in his veins. ]
You'd know I'd hate to be left out of that. [ It doesn't quite hit the right teasing note when there's no hiding how that affection he'd missed affected him in multiple ways as he reaches now to trace the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip in a silent invitation to not stop before his gaze goes to Sylvain for a moment and then back to meet Hilda's again. ] Though I think you and I can find more ways to get more compliments from Sylvain yet.
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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Date: 2024-01-25 10:16 pm (UTC)[ The retort is uttered with a smirk as he shivers slightly at the slide of Hilda’s fingers at his waist. The faint edge of her nails adding sensation to the caress, even before Claude’s fingers tangle in the mesh of his shirt and tug him closer.
He doesn’t pull away - mostly because he knows there will be hell to pay of he breaks any of Hilda’s hard work, but also because watching their exchanges like this is always a fascinating moment. How they can have entire conversations without saying a word. It made him marvel every time he witnessed it. Which was happening more and more often of late - either to his benefit or detriment, he was discovering. ]
Then again, I never object to a good show.
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Date: 2024-01-25 11:59 pm (UTC)But maybe this time she's willing to try her hand at it just to sate her burgeoning curiosity of what it would look like to see Sylvain's patience tested.
Hilda can't pinpoint the cause of the spark of warmth down her spine. If it's that fleeting thought, the feeling of Claude's breath warm against the shell of her ear, or the way his fingers settle between the gaps of her dress before settling against her back. She hums. ]
That feels like a lot of pressure.
[ Her gaze moves back towards Sylvain, as she gently grasps Claude's chin to bring his lips to hers. The kiss lingers before she pulls away, tugging lightly on his lips and releasing her grasp. ]
I guess we'll have to try our best then, huh? We should probably get Sylvain comfortable first though, don't you think?
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Date: 2024-01-28 03:20 am (UTC)[ The latter for Hilda's benefit if she's not seen them, that is, and ones Claude's all too happy to assist in drawing out through any number of ways they've played with. He's not missed the look in the other man's eyes as they keep him right where they want him.
What comes next will have to be a mystery as Hilda turns his head and he follows the instruction obediently to meet her with a kiss he doesn't hesitate to put clear desire into. Even with his intent to let her lead, let her set a pace if it's what she wants, having her pressed against him like this leaves no room for anything else as a hum leaves him when she ends the kiss with an instruction.
A glance to the side shows there's a few options for seating with a few armchairs and an upholstered bench, all of which have possibilities, but there's always the bed when there's the inevitability of ending up there at some point tonight. In what capacity's to be determined and in the spirit of testing, Claude hums as lets go of Sylvain's shirt and moves his fingertips upwards along Hilda's shoulder blades and then forward slowly, this time sliding them beneath the netting and searching out skin to start to cup her breasts as much as the construction allows until it gets in the way entirely in a small tease meant for all of them. ]
He can wait a little - right, Sylvain? He loves anticipation, believe me. [ The tone's innocent enough, but Claude certainly means it in no such way as he leans down to drop one kiss after another along Hilda's nearest shoulder in a slow trail. ] Maybe he can get comfortable by finding somewhere to sit first.
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Date: 2024-01-29 08:32 pm (UTC)He was having no regrets over this at all. ]
Why don't you let me worry about how comfortable I am and you two keep doing that?
[ There's a note of laughter in his voice but his tone has definitely turned husky as he backs up a step and moves to sink down on the trunk at the end of the bed, which still gives him a perfect view of them where they currently stand. Or if they choose to move to the bed for that matter.
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Date: 2024-02-02 01:56 am (UTC)When she feels Claude's hands snaking beneath the fabric of her dress, she has half a mind to scold him to remind him for the umpteenth time to be careful. Instead, the brush of skin against her nipples leaves her feeling a little breathless in spite of herself and the subsequent complaint flies from her mind.
She can feel the way her cheeks are flush from the attention from both Claude's wandering hands and lips and Sylvain's amber gaze affixed on the pair of them.The last thing she knows she should do is overthink this. She'd been with Claude so many times before. And yet it's different because they haven't so much as kissed since their fight and they certainly haven't done more than that with Sylvain present.
Her head tilts, allowing more room for Claude to continue his journey across her skin as her arm drapes languidly around his neck. ]
If Sylvain's getting comfortable, it's only fair we do too, right? Why don't you start with my dress, Claude?
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Date: 2024-02-02 07:51 pm (UTC)Hands to yourself until it's time, Gautier. You know the rules.
[ There are no rules, but since it entertains Claude to bring up one he'd once given Sylvain and feels doubly appropriate here what with enjoying the show as much as that rapt attention implies. It ties in nicely even more so to testing patience and making sure they feed into that look in the other man's eye. One he certainly feels himself as he withdraws his hands with as much and as long of a teasing touch as can be managed.
It'll have to do for now since Claude undoes the dress's closure next, careful to open it all the way to make it all the easier as he slides the dress carefully from Hilda's shoulders. Or starts to before deciding to lean forward to kiss her again as he does so, and there's no pretense about undressing her all the way by letting the fabric slowly pool in ripples down to the floor on the reveal. He's quick to replace the dress with his hands as he breaks the kiss in time with bringing his hands to her breasts again to lightly tease her nipples again between his fingertips before trailing one down towards her ribcage - or farther still if not stopped or redirected. ]
Better?
[ A question aimed everywhere and nowhere in particular, so long as the answers are yes. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:04 pm (UTC)[ Knowing it’s the exact opposite of what Claude meant with that order, he very deliberately leans back on one hand, spreads his legs, and lets his other hand start unbuttoning his pants.
But his eyes never leave the show they’re giving him. Watching the movement of Claude’s hand over Hilda’s dress, the way her body responds to it - because yeah that dress leaves very little to the imagination and he can see the way her nipples are puckering from here.
And then the fabric is slipping down the lithe lines of her body to pool at her feet and he realizes she really did have nothing on beneath it. His breath hitches with a soft curse as he watches Claude cup her breasts now, playing, and lets his eyes rake over every exposed inch of her with a hungry gaze. ]
Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Hilda.
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Date: 2024-02-14 01:36 am (UTC)But it's not the cold that leaves her skin pebbling. Claude's earlier teasing had already peaked her nipples into pert points and his hand trailing down the length of her body are the cause. One particular twist of her nipple causes her back to arch slightly as another pleased noise slips from parted lips. She makes no move to stop Claude, enjoying the feeling of his roaming hand and all too enraptured by the sight of Sylvain. Biting her bottom lip doesn't diminish the fact that there now sits a mischievous smirk there that probably mirrors the one on Claude's face. ]
I could say the same about you.
[ Before Claude's hand brushes against the top of her thighs she turns, unclasping the cloak from around his neck and letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor. Her hands make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, kissing and sucking along his chest until that's pushed to the floor too. She moves south, lips cresting the top of his pants before her eyes flick up dangerously towards him. ]
And you too, of course.
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Date: 2024-02-18 06:46 pm (UTC)Claude might have even said as much if it wasn't for Hilda turning in his grasp and that demanding his focus both to make sure he trails his hands over her as much as those pleased pebbles on her skin demand. What Sylvain's said is true - she's gorgeous, and there's a limit to how touch alone can express that even as he tries to put unspoken ones into each pass of his fingers. Maybe it'd make the task of undressing him easier if he'd hold still while her hands work, but the cloak hardly demands it as he brings his hands to rest on her ass to cup it. But the window for that is all too brief as is when he leans in for a kiss and Hilda moves on to spend her own attention on him. It doesn't take long for his eyes to fall shut, his own teasing temporarily forgotten when each press of her lips sparks against his skin.
It's not until she speaks that he remembers to open his eyes and look down to where she waits, and that look from her ignites what was already smoldering in his veins. ]
You'd know I'd hate to be left out of that. [ It doesn't quite hit the right teasing note when there's no hiding how that affection he'd missed affected him in multiple ways as he reaches now to trace the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip in a silent invitation to not stop before his gaze goes to Sylvain for a moment and then back to meet Hilda's again. ] Though I think you and I can find more ways to get more compliments from Sylvain yet.
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Date: 2024-02-19 06:28 pm (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2024-02-22 03:00 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2024-03-03 07:54 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-20 07:04 pm (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2024-03-24 04:00 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-24 04:18 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-24 06:23 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-24 11:54 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-04-04 04:13 pm (UTC)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. ]