[ The words are murmured against Sylvain's mouth with just as much teasing as a promise behind it at the familiar weight of familiar hands on his hips before diving into another kiss. It's tempting to stay like this and keep soaking up every bit of affection as he knows Sylvain would let him do - but this isn't the kind of patience he has in mind. With some reluctance Claude runs his hands along Sylvain's arms before linking their fingers together to pry his grip away and lean forward within the same motion to convince the other man to lie back.
One more sweep of their linked hands forward and Claude lets go to curl Sylvain's fingers around the slat in the headboard they brush up against, a placeholder to keep his hands there as he pins the other's wrists there with one hand. Something necessary since he's groping around the bedspread with the other for the remaining length of fabric what with also being far too busy still capturing Sylvain's lips in kiss after kiss. There's no distraction meant in it - that's what the entirely unsubtle rock of his hips against Sylvain's are for - as he ties the ribbon in a flourishing knot after it's looped around hands and the frame to secure him in place. But not without tucking the end of the ribbon into one of Sylvain's palms; one tug of that will undo the whole knot in a moment when it's called for and not before then.
After breaking the kiss Claude skims his teeth lightly against the other's neck to ghost them over skin he's catalogued from many a night (or morning, or afternoon) spent together to land at his collarbone instead. Only for another moment since he moves to Sylvain's chest to start leaving a meandering path of kisses and bites of varying intensity while working his way downward - and not without making sure to lathe his tongue over sensitive spots he's also learned as he goes. ]
[ It’s a distinctly vulnerable position to let yourself be in, blinded and at someone else’s mercy. There’s not a lot of people Sylvain would trust this with - isn’t sure, even now, that this is a good idea. Claude is wonderful at distracting - Sylvain’s moan into their kiss as those hips rock against his is proof enough its doing its job.
He lets himself be guided onto his back, his hands brought up as he grips the slats of the headboard. Feels the binding wind around his wrists before fastening him firmly in place. There’s a moment of tension in him then, a moment when the wriggling doubts and the darkness almost get the best of him.
But then he feels the end of the ribbon tucked into his palm. Claude giving him a way out. He gives a soft exhale as he relaxes again, curling his fingers tightly around it, though he doesn’t pull. Doesn’t release the snug hold of the ropes that keep him trapped. Lets himself surrender, for the time being, to Claude’s control.
Claude’s mouth is hot and teasing against his skin as he works his way down Sylvain’s throat and along his shoulders. Lower, as Sylvain’s head falls back, throat working around a low, husky moan as his skin pebbles. Claude manages to seek out every place he likes to be touched, tasted, his body shivering in reaction, skin flushed from the attention as his fingers tug at the ropes - not to free himself, but to feel how he is held, unable to reach back. ]
[ That bit of tension wasn't difficult to pick up on and even with the ribbon safely in Sylvain's hand, he makes a note that it wasn't quite enough. Understandably, considering he knows he'd be a mixture of curious and maybe something like slightly wary, and so Claude still looks up now and then for what he can see of Sylvain's face to check that there's not any distress being well-hidden. The same goes for when the other tugs on his bindings and he pauses just above a hipbone to glance upward again before continuing on, this time leaving a more sizable mark behind where it won't be seen save for when changing or if Sylvain's shirt rides up a bit too far later.
For now it's enough to slide his hands down to search out familiar skin and to hide a smile against Sylvain's hip at that noise when it's the first of many he means to cause, and Claude slips fingertips beneath the other man's waistbands to tug down the last remaining layers out of the way. With that he also sits up to admire first the trail of bites standing out flush where they were left, and also to reach for the bottle of oil one of them had grabbed when first ending up in bed.
Rather than taking the predictable (for him) teasing route of avoiding Sylvain's cock, Claude bends back down to bring it into his mouth in a practiced motion and wastes no time in tightening around him while taking him in. Some of the bottle's contents are also tipped out into one hand along his fingers as he wraps one hand around the base of the other's length. The oiled fingers are brought to pause just before slipping into him in a silent question, one he'd ask aloud if it weren't for his mouth being otherwise occupied. ]
[ He can admit to missing watching Claude working his way down his body, watching the look in his eyes, that focus he so often gets. It doesn’t matter how many times they’ve done this, it’s not something he thinks he’ll ever grow tired of. Watching bright green flick up the length of his body as fingers and lips explore at a leisurely pace.
The blindfold means he has no idea what the man is planning. He makes a quiet noise of protest when he’s deprived of touch entirely, but it’s a brief interruption at best. And his breath hisses out around a moan when Claude bends to suck him into wet heat with no warning - not what he would have predicted of the other man, who is far too fond of playing the tease.
His hips rock, wanting to press up into that delicious wet heat, even as he feels slicked fingertips quest down between his legs. He can’t see Claude, but he can feel the unasked question and he parts his legs a little wider to either side of the other man’s legs in answer and permission. ]
[ That moan gets the briefest curve of his lips around Sylvain's cock which might've been a smile or a smirk, and one that might've widened more at the lift of those hips with multiple meanings behind it. He'll have to settle for a pleased hum while coming back up along the other's length to run his tongue over the head to tease the slit. At the same time he slides a finger into Sylvain and after a few seconds to adjust as Claude tightens his mouth for another descent he slips in another finger. The crook of them on the slow withdrawal before thrusting them back in is a deliberate one, and the angle well memorized from so many times before and repeated in time with the attention to the other's cock.
But while the search for Sylvain's pleasure isn't hidden in any outright teasing, there's certainly what's hidden and yet to come: a careful eye kept on driving Sylvain close to the edge in a familiar way they've done before, but no further than that. The instant it seems close or perhaps simply close enough, he'll withdraw his fingers, or his mouth, or maybe both.
He's got some time to decide on which it'll be, after all - at least for this time since it's not the only interruption he has planned. ]
[ The curse is drawn out as those fingers slide into him, stretching him with an easy familiarity now. He presses down against them, caught between the heated thrusts of them and the bob of wet heat as Claude’s mouth works around his length.
Restless, impatient, he moves, chasing his pleasure wanting more. The blindfold robbing him of sight means his other senses are working overtime to make up for the lack. Which means everything feels just a little more intense as he lets Claude tease and play. ]
[ When Sylvain shifts he lets go of the other man's length to press a hand against one hip with a little bit of weight leaned into it. It's more a suggestion to stay still than anything considering there's not much he can do to keep Sylvain from moving. The restraints are doing their job in keeping him here as it is.
More importantly: the point is to drive Sylvain to the edge. Stopping here and before they get farther yet just won't do.
Which is why he picks up the pace with his fingers to move them more insistently, deeper, and faster; he hollows his cheeks a bit while moving down Sylvain's cock before an intentionally slow ascent at a mismatch, searching out more of those cries and moans he so enjoys getting when they feel like rewards for his efforts. ]
[ There’s a little resistance when Claude tries to still the movement of his hips, but Sylvain relents, even though his hips still jolt and jerk as he tries to hold still like Claude apparently wanted. It’s hard, though, with that clever tongue teasing along his length as he sinks into the other man’s mouth. As those fingers stretch him open, deep and fast and in a way that makes him ache to rock to meet them, to take more.
His teeth bite down on his lower lip, but it does nothing to muffle the moans and soft whimpers every time Claude finds an especially sensitive spot inside him, or along his cock. Especially since he's an expert on zeroing in on every single one of them.
It’s not long before he’s breathless, body shuddering as that pleasure builds. Not that he’s really holding any of it back. But it’s easier to lose himself in it with the world dark around him and his only tether the feel of Claude’s hands and mouth on his skin. ]
[ Those tiny movements as Sylvain tries to listen to silent instruction, the unvoiced plea in each, and those that are in the noises coming from him - if it wasn't for having a mostly solid grasp on his plans, it'd be far more tempting to ride this to the crest of that pleasure he can tell is increasing with each gasp of air signaling it drawing closer.
As he comes to the tip of Sylvain's cock this time, Claude runs his tongue slowly over the head once more and releases it after. No more of that for now as he presses his mouth to one of Sylvain's hips next, tempted to sink his teeth into skin there. But a better idea - to him - follows, and he trails slow kisses down along the top of a thigh before moving to the inside of it. It's there instead he applies his attentions as (semi-) innocent kisses turn into open mouthed ones with pressure to start on the constellations he means to leave behind.
It's hands off now as he withdraws his fingers from teasing Sylvain with the last few strokes having been decidedly not deep enough, then slower until they'd stopped entirely as he'd pulled back. Limits now, in fact, any touch to just his mouth alone moving along other sensitive patches he's learned on those inner thighs to leave one mark after another in his wake so long as the process of them being left is being enjoyed with his hands braced against the bed as he moves to the other thigh to leave scattered ones there, too. ]
[ The loss of that delicious mouth around his cock gets a whimper, hips jolting in an aborted effort to chase after it before he remembers to hold still. The feeling of that mouth is close and he wants it to come back and if that means playing Claude’s game, he’ll try. Even if impatience is written in every line of his body. His cock jerks against his stomach, leaking against the skin there with visible evidence of how close he’d been to that edge.
And then Claude’s fingers withdraw as well, earning a very needy whine as Sylvain’s body writhes and stretches - against the bindings, towards where he knows Claude is, when all he can feel now is the trail of his lips. ]
Fuck, fuck, are you trying to drive me slowly mad?
[ He's pleased but careful to not sound too pleased even if every noise Sylvain's made, every longing movement is what he's aimed for all along. Enough so that Claude abandons his trail along Sylvain's other thigh to both sit up and move forward enough to straddle the other's waist with knees locked in alongside those hips. It's not much of a restraint and is more meant to keep Sylvain there without offering any gratification to his cock as he maintains a careful distance.
Instead Claude puts his hands to work along that muscular chest beneath him to trace over it once more while bending down to hover over Sylvain's mouth for just a moment. ]
Remember it'll be worth it in the end like it always is.
[ Not the answer Sylvain wants to hear right now, he's sure, nor is it further attention requested by that neediness. An intentional choice just like withdrawing seconds ago since now Claude's intent is to slow things back down just a bit as he brings a hand up with a couple fingers beneath the other man's chin to tilt it up for an unhurried kiss meant to smolder. ]
Remind me why I indulge you again when you’re nothing but maddening?
[ A completely hollow threat, for all the heat it’s grumbled with. He squirms against the body now pinning him down by his torso, hips rocking up in a vain attempt to chase that contact he’s once more been denied. It doesn’t work - Claude has seated himself just out of range. Enough to pin him in place but nowhere close enough for Sylvain to get what he needs on his own.
Still, despite the grumbling, he doesn’t resist when he feels those fingers under his chin, tipping his head up, lips parted in anticipation, breath coming a little rougher now from both arousal and exertion. ]
[ A grin's vivid in his voice as Sylvain tilts his head up obediently and with need clearly behind it even if those attempts to move around hadn't said as much with no words necessary. Claude slides his hand away from the other's chin to once again curl his fingers lightly into red hair to keep him close during that kiss. And maybe in a call back to how tonight had started it's easy to keep those going in for what once isn't meant to test Sylvain's patience, but maybe Claude's own quiet way of expression a devotion unsaid and something besides these moments along. Something far greater.
It's that which has his hands tracing over Sylvain's chest, shoulders, and arms now in appreciation once again. This time as those touches shift more into a slow massage meant to get Sylvain to relax back from the edge (with any luck), a quiet sort of adoration now poured into each movement. ]
[ He’s really not. Pain is not at all his thing. But the games of dominance and control? Those never fail to snare him. No matter what side of the board he happens to end up on. And with Claude, that always seems to be changing. Even if the other man frequently ends up with the upper hand anyway.
Like now, when all he wants is those fingers back on his cock, or inside of him, stretching him open. The massage feels nice - Claude’s talented with his hands, always has been, and Sylvain could lose hours to the slide of those dextrous fingers. But he’s more than a little impatient right now, especially when the other man had taken him so close, only to leave him hanging.
Which, he’s coming to realize, had been the point. ]
[ He'll just offer a hum that's a response in only the barest definition of the word and one which suggests there might be some level of agreement in there. It won't be voiced aloud as completely that, however, considering that'd be too much of a distraction for Sylvain. Claude knows how their playful arguments go after all this time, and that it's entirely too easy for them to get wrapped into one at... well, also any time. Not exactly ideal for right now.
Especially not when finding new ways to move his hands across Sylvain's chest to see what responses he might elicit and what can be filed away for later, for another time where maybe more mercy will be involved. Possibly less drawing things out as he idly runs a fingertip around one of Sylvain's nipples without any real intent to the action, though what's far more so is leaning down for another kiss.
Or so he starts to and then pauses all motions at that whine. Time for a different idea indeed as he lets his hand trail down Sylvain's chest towards his stomach again like each movement is a slowly made promise. ]
Something I can help you with?
[ That's murmured none too innocently against the other man's mouth as Claude closes the distance after all, hand still on the descent as he captures those lips in yet another languid kiss. ]
I’m running out of new and creative ways to say ‘fuck me already’.
[ It comes out as a groan as he tries to arch up into those hands. His own hands twist and tug at the bindings holding them pinned above his head, the bed giving a quiet creak before he stills again.
There’s a flush to his skin and Claude would have certainly been pleased with each little twitch and sound he earned, because the loss of sight, the inability to see what Claude was doing - or what he would do next - certainly made every touch, every tease, all the more intense. ]
[ Those attempts to escape being held here - they'd be nice to watch if he wasn't a little otherwise occupied. Even more so when it's paired with what's absolutely a plea without the usual neediness behind it, though a case could be made that's been voiced several times in different ways already.
But there could probably be more, couldn't there? ]
You say that like I'm ever opposed to hearing any of the old ways.
[ With one detour to one of Sylvain's hips, Claude follows the ridge of it before finally dipping his hand lower. Fingers wrap lightly around the base of the other's cock in that wanted touch, lingering for a minute before beginning a slow stroke moving up his length that'll end in an equally slow and slightly firmer downstroke. And not without asking Sylvain to focus on something else, of course. ]
And I could fuck you, [ is murmured in to the other man's ear, ] or maybe I want to ride you instead.
As long as one of us is getting fucked, I don’t really care who…
[ It’s uttered around a groan as his hips try to press up into that warm grip. Claude’s breath on the curve of his ear drags a shiver down his spine and he moans again as his fingers grip around the bindings that hold him in place. Body taut and trying to press up against Claude, as much as he can reach in this position. ]
[ They're reaching a point where Claude's rapidly trying his own patience in tandem with Sylvain's. That last test against the restraints has him casting a gaze for where the bottle of oil's rolled away to since he'd forgotten to set it aside safely. In the meantime, though, that bit of pleading earns Sylvain a faster pace of the hand moving along his cock in far less of a tease. For now. ]
Why would I do that when it sounds like you're enjoying yourself?
[ He doesn't believe for a second that innocent tone will at all be believed. But it does buy him a few seconds to finally spot the oil while letting his hand continue to work over the other's length as he leans over to grab it. ]
[ It’s not believed. At all. He knows you too well by now. ]
Will you please figure out who is fucking who and give me more than your hand already?
[ There’s a playful snarl of impatience in his voice even as he rocks up into that touch. Chasing the friction even as he demands more. He can feel Claude moving above him, but without his sight or the use of his hands, he has no idea what he’s doing - other than driving Sylvain mad. ]
[ A scolding only equally playful in nature as he withdraws his hand considering Sylvain has good reason to be distracted, this time not to tease (for a change) but to busy himself with the oil. The first to go are the pants he'd neglected to rid himself of earlier long before they reached the point of being uncomfortable and there's no hiding the small sigh of relief that comes with that.
No time to enjoy it when there's other things to enjoy that it'll lead to, and Claude tips out some of the oil into both hands. The first goes towards fingers wrapped once more around Sylvain's cock as he holds them there momentarily, and the remaining to his other hand as he slides a couple fingers into himself. And since Sylvain can't see, tempting as it was to unblindfold him to make him watch, a noise of pleasure leaves him which just might clue him in as Claude moves his other hand along the other man's length in time. ]
You're lucky your hands have spoiled me for this or you might be looking at an even longer delay yet.
[ Fuck, that moan tells him everything he needs to know about what Claude has decided and he curses the blindfold keeping the sight of it from him. He tugs impatiently again on the bindings with a frustrated sound. ]
You know, you could let me go and I could spoil you more. Just saying.
[ But this is the game and he's more than happy to play it up, see it all the way through, even as his cock pulses in that grip, reacting to the obvious sound of Claude's pleasure. Wanting to hear it. Wanting to share it. Wanting to cause it. ]
[ It's difficult to make that sound anywhere near as nonchalant as he wants it to be when aside from his own hurry matches the display of it Sylvain's putting on with want and need in each of those movements cut short by the restraints. The jerk of his cock tells of the ache of it all even more. For a few moments as he continues to work the slide of his fingers in time with his hand up and down Sylvain's length - certainly telling a store of just as much desire beyond than when there's more moans to go with it - Claude flirts with the idea of edging him one last time. For good measure. Just because.
But it'll have to wait for another time, possibly, because impatience wins out with something else in mind. With a swing of one leg over Sylvain's hips, he pauses to balance for a split second before taking Sylvain inside him in three very deliberate rolls of his hips. His own attentions to himself weren't quite enough as he'd guessed but it'll be enough to pause for a moment, to catch his breath and to adjust as he leans down to brush lips against Sylvain's jaw on the way to his ear for an important question. ]
[ It takes him a moment to answer, because Claude sinking down on his cock like that had driven all thoughts straight out of his head. He gives a breathless, wanton groan, hips bucking up in a shallow motion, just to feel the man above him tighten around him in response. Claude hadn't stretched himself nearly enough - yes, Sylvain could tell, knew what it felt like both when he did and didn't - and the man was excruciatingly tight around the length and width of his cock, making it hard to focus on anything but the feel of him.
His head turns slightly, lips chasing the feel of the man's mouth against his jaw, moving back towards his ear. He wants to taste him, feel him, make him come fucking unraveled, the same way he was driving Sylvain mad. ]
You decide. [ he finally gasps out, because this is Claude's game, and he knows the other man will be able to decide better than him at the moment. That requires too much thinking and his brain is currently incapable of that. Besides. Both options are good, so it's a win/win. ]
[ Sylvain gets the reaction he wants with that lift when the motion of driving himself deeper gets a gasp out of Claude. Now it's his turn to need a moment to regain his thoughts, and - right, the blindfold. That decision can wait a moment now that it's his to make since when Sylvain's mouth goes searching along with those ragged words, it's far more important to turn and catch his lips in a kiss. A brief one despite how easy it'd be to get caught up in it even as he offers a slow rock of his own hips as more a promise than a tease. ]
I think I like you using your imagination for this, [ is what he says after, a murmur against those lips at first before Claude starts to sit up, ] and you've made me come enough times by now to know what it looks like.
[ To say the least. The blindfold will stay for now since his focus changes to tucking his legs beneath the other man's thighs to sink back even further on his cock to add to the slow stretch around him. The next roll of his hips starts the pace he intends to keep to bring Sylvain pleasure with no (intentional) delays as he tightens around him every so often from need and want.
And since Sylvain can't watch, has to rely on memories alone to fill in what's happening - just like before, Claude's careful to fill in with moans and the other's name and increasingly so as he finds teh right angle for both with hands propped against Sylvain's chest. ]
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Date: 2024-02-16 04:49 pm (UTC)[ The words are murmured against Sylvain's mouth with just as much teasing as a promise behind it at the familiar weight of familiar hands on his hips before diving into another kiss. It's tempting to stay like this and keep soaking up every bit of affection as he knows Sylvain would let him do - but this isn't the kind of patience he has in mind. With some reluctance Claude runs his hands along Sylvain's arms before linking their fingers together to pry his grip away and lean forward within the same motion to convince the other man to lie back.
One more sweep of their linked hands forward and Claude lets go to curl Sylvain's fingers around the slat in the headboard they brush up against, a placeholder to keep his hands there as he pins the other's wrists there with one hand. Something necessary since he's groping around the bedspread with the other for the remaining length of fabric what with also being far too busy still capturing Sylvain's lips in kiss after kiss. There's no distraction meant in it - that's what the entirely unsubtle rock of his hips against Sylvain's are for - as he ties the ribbon in a flourishing knot after it's looped around hands and the frame to secure him in place. But not without tucking the end of the ribbon into one of Sylvain's palms; one tug of that will undo the whole knot in a moment when it's called for and not before then.
After breaking the kiss Claude skims his teeth lightly against the other's neck to ghost them over skin he's catalogued from many a night (or morning, or afternoon) spent together to land at his collarbone instead. Only for another moment since he moves to Sylvain's chest to start leaving a meandering path of kisses and bites of varying intensity while working his way downward - and not without making sure to lathe his tongue over sensitive spots he's also learned as he goes. ]
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Date: 2024-02-18 04:52 pm (UTC)He lets himself be guided onto his back, his hands brought up as he grips the slats of the headboard. Feels the binding wind around his wrists before fastening him firmly in place. There’s a moment of tension in him then, a moment when the wriggling doubts and the darkness almost get the best of him.
But then he feels the end of the ribbon tucked into his palm. Claude giving him a way out. He gives a soft exhale as he relaxes again, curling his fingers tightly around it, though he doesn’t pull. Doesn’t release the snug hold of the ropes that keep him trapped. Lets himself surrender, for the time being, to Claude’s control.
Claude’s mouth is hot and teasing against his skin as he works his way down Sylvain’s throat and along his shoulders. Lower, as Sylvain’s head falls back, throat working around a low, husky moan as his skin pebbles. Claude manages to seek out every place he likes to be touched, tasted, his body shivering in reaction, skin flushed from the attention as his fingers tug at the ropes - not to free himself, but to feel how he is held, unable to reach back. ]
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Date: 2024-02-20 01:26 am (UTC)For now it's enough to slide his hands down to search out familiar skin and to hide a smile against Sylvain's hip at that noise when it's the first of many he means to cause, and Claude slips fingertips beneath the other man's waistbands to tug down the last remaining layers out of the way. With that he also sits up to admire first the trail of bites standing out flush where they were left, and also to reach for the bottle of oil one of them had grabbed when first ending up in bed.
Rather than taking the predictable (for him) teasing route of avoiding Sylvain's cock, Claude bends back down to bring it into his mouth in a practiced motion and wastes no time in tightening around him while taking him in. Some of the bottle's contents are also tipped out into one hand along his fingers as he wraps one hand around the base of the other's length. The oiled fingers are brought to pause just before slipping into him in a silent question, one he'd ask aloud if it weren't for his mouth being otherwise occupied. ]
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Date: 2024-02-22 10:46 pm (UTC)The blindfold means he has no idea what the man is planning. He makes a quiet noise of protest when he’s deprived of touch entirely, but it’s a brief interruption at best. And his breath hisses out around a moan when Claude bends to suck him into wet heat with no warning - not what he would have predicted of the other man, who is far too fond of playing the tease.
His hips rock, wanting to press up into that delicious wet heat, even as he feels slicked fingertips quest down between his legs. He can’t see Claude, but he can feel the unasked question and he parts his legs a little wider to either side of the other man’s legs in answer and permission. ]
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Date: 2024-03-03 08:33 pm (UTC)But while the search for Sylvain's pleasure isn't hidden in any outright teasing, there's certainly what's hidden and yet to come: a careful eye kept on driving Sylvain close to the edge in a familiar way they've done before, but no further than that. The instant it seems close or perhaps simply close enough, he'll withdraw his fingers, or his mouth, or maybe both.
He's got some time to decide on which it'll be, after all - at least for this time since it's not the only interruption he has planned. ]
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Date: 2024-03-20 07:12 pm (UTC)[ The curse is drawn out as those fingers slide into him, stretching him with an easy familiarity now. He presses down against them, caught between the heated thrusts of them and the bob of wet heat as Claude’s mouth works around his length.
Restless, impatient, he moves, chasing his pleasure wanting more. The blindfold robbing him of sight means his other senses are working overtime to make up for the lack. Which means everything feels just a little more intense as he lets Claude tease and play. ]
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Date: 2024-03-24 12:05 am (UTC)More importantly: the point is to drive Sylvain to the edge. Stopping here and before they get farther yet just won't do.
Which is why he picks up the pace with his fingers to move them more insistently, deeper, and faster; he hollows his cheeks a bit while moving down Sylvain's cock before an intentionally slow ascent at a mismatch, searching out more of those cries and moans he so enjoys getting when they feel like rewards for his efforts. ]
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Date: 2024-03-24 12:19 am (UTC)His teeth bite down on his lower lip, but it does nothing to muffle the moans and soft whimpers every time Claude finds an especially sensitive spot inside him, or along his cock. Especially since he's an expert on zeroing in on every single one of them.
It’s not long before he’s breathless, body shuddering as that pleasure builds. Not that he’s really holding any of it back. But it’s easier to lose himself in it with the world dark around him and his only tether the feel of Claude’s hands and mouth on his skin. ]
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Date: 2024-03-24 05:17 am (UTC)As he comes to the tip of Sylvain's cock this time, Claude runs his tongue slowly over the head once more and releases it after. No more of that for now as he presses his mouth to one of Sylvain's hips next, tempted to sink his teeth into skin there. But a better idea - to him - follows, and he trails slow kisses down along the top of a thigh before moving to the inside of it. It's there instead he applies his attentions as (semi-) innocent kisses turn into open mouthed ones with pressure to start on the constellations he means to leave behind.
It's hands off now as he withdraws his fingers from teasing Sylvain with the last few strokes having been decidedly not deep enough, then slower until they'd stopped entirely as he'd pulled back. Limits now, in fact, any touch to just his mouth alone moving along other sensitive patches he's learned on those inner thighs to leave one mark after another in his wake so long as the process of them being left is being enjoyed with his hands braced against the bed as he moves to the other thigh to leave scattered ones there, too. ]
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Date: 2024-03-24 04:09 pm (UTC)And then Claude’s fingers withdraw as well, earning a very needy whine as Sylvain’s body writhes and stretches - against the bindings, towards where he knows Claude is, when all he can feel now is the trail of his lips. ]
Fuck, fuck, are you trying to drive me slowly mad?
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Date: 2024-03-27 03:12 am (UTC)[ He's pleased but careful to not sound too pleased even if every noise Sylvain's made, every longing movement is what he's aimed for all along. Enough so that Claude abandons his trail along Sylvain's other thigh to both sit up and move forward enough to straddle the other's waist with knees locked in alongside those hips. It's not much of a restraint and is more meant to keep Sylvain there without offering any gratification to his cock as he maintains a careful distance.
Instead Claude puts his hands to work along that muscular chest beneath him to trace over it once more while bending down to hover over Sylvain's mouth for just a moment. ]
Remember it'll be worth it in the end like it always is.
[ Not the answer Sylvain wants to hear right now, he's sure, nor is it further attention requested by that neediness. An intentional choice just like withdrawing seconds ago since now Claude's intent is to slow things back down just a bit as he brings a hand up with a couple fingers beneath the other man's chin to tilt it up for an unhurried kiss meant to smolder. ]
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Date: 2024-03-28 10:47 pm (UTC)[ A completely hollow threat, for all the heat it’s grumbled with. He squirms against the body now pinning him down by his torso, hips rocking up in a vain attempt to chase that contact he’s once more been denied. It doesn’t work - Claude has seated himself just out of range. Enough to pin him in place but nowhere close enough for Sylvain to get what he needs on his own.
Still, despite the grumbling, he doesn’t resist when he feels those fingers under his chin, tipping his head up, lips parted in anticipation, breath coming a little rougher now from both arousal and exertion. ]
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Date: 2024-04-04 04:32 pm (UTC)[ A grin's vivid in his voice as Sylvain tilts his head up obediently and with need clearly behind it even if those attempts to move around hadn't said as much with no words necessary. Claude slides his hand away from the other's chin to once again curl his fingers lightly into red hair to keep him close during that kiss. And maybe in a call back to how tonight had started it's easy to keep those going in for what once isn't meant to test Sylvain's patience, but maybe Claude's own quiet way of expression a devotion unsaid and something besides these moments along. Something far greater.
It's that which has his hands tracing over Sylvain's chest, shoulders, and arms now in appreciation once again. This time as those touches shift more into a slow massage meant to get Sylvain to relax back from the edge (with any luck), a quiet sort of adoration now poured into each movement. ]
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Date: 2024-04-21 05:31 pm (UTC)[ He’s really not. Pain is not at all his thing. But the games of dominance and control? Those never fail to snare him. No matter what side of the board he happens to end up on. And with Claude, that always seems to be changing. Even if the other man frequently ends up with the upper hand anyway.
Like now, when all he wants is those fingers back on his cock, or inside of him, stretching him open. The massage feels nice - Claude’s talented with his hands, always has been, and Sylvain could lose hours to the slide of those dextrous fingers. But he’s more than a little impatient right now, especially when the other man had taken him so close, only to leave him hanging.
Which, he’s coming to realize, had been the point. ]
Claude… [ The man’s name comes out on a whine. ]
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Date: 2024-04-22 08:37 pm (UTC)Especially not when finding new ways to move his hands across Sylvain's chest to see what responses he might elicit and what can be filed away for later, for another time where maybe more mercy will be involved. Possibly less drawing things out as he idly runs a fingertip around one of Sylvain's nipples without any real intent to the action, though what's far more so is leaning down for another kiss.
Or so he starts to and then pauses all motions at that whine. Time for a different idea indeed as he lets his hand trail down Sylvain's chest towards his stomach again like each movement is a slowly made promise. ]
Something I can help you with?
[ That's murmured none too innocently against the other man's mouth as Claude closes the distance after all, hand still on the descent as he captures those lips in yet another languid kiss. ]
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Date: 2024-04-22 08:47 pm (UTC)[ It comes out as a groan as he tries to arch up into those hands. His own hands twist and tug at the bindings holding them pinned above his head, the bed giving a quiet creak before he stills again.
There’s a flush to his skin and Claude would have certainly been pleased with each little twitch and sound he earned, because the loss of sight, the inability to see what Claude was doing - or what he would do next - certainly made every touch, every tease, all the more intense. ]
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Date: 2024-04-23 11:28 pm (UTC)But there could probably be more, couldn't there? ]
You say that like I'm ever opposed to hearing any of the old ways.
[ With one detour to one of Sylvain's hips, Claude follows the ridge of it before finally dipping his hand lower. Fingers wrap lightly around the base of the other's cock in that wanted touch, lingering for a minute before beginning a slow stroke moving up his length that'll end in an equally slow and slightly firmer downstroke. And not without asking Sylvain to focus on something else, of course. ]
And I could fuck you, [ is murmured in to the other man's ear, ] or maybe I want to ride you instead.
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Date: 2024-04-24 06:10 pm (UTC)[ It’s uttered around a groan as his hips try to press up into that warm grip. Claude’s breath on the curve of his ear drags a shiver down his spine and he moans again as his fingers grip around the bindings that hold him in place. Body taut and trying to press up against Claude, as much as he can reach in this position. ]
Just stop teasing already.
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Date: 2024-04-27 11:04 pm (UTC)Why would I do that when it sounds like you're enjoying yourself?
[ He doesn't believe for a second that innocent tone will at all be believed. But it does buy him a few seconds to finally spot the oil while letting his hand continue to work over the other's length as he leans over to grab it. ]
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Date: 2024-05-01 04:00 am (UTC)Will you please figure out who is fucking who and give me more than your hand already?
[ There’s a playful snarl of impatience in his voice even as he rocks up into that touch. Chasing the friction even as he demands more. He can feel Claude moving above him, but without his sight or the use of his hands, he has no idea what he’s doing - other than driving Sylvain mad. ]
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Date: 2024-05-06 09:35 pm (UTC)[ A scolding only equally playful in nature as he withdraws his hand considering Sylvain has good reason to be distracted, this time not to tease (for a change) but to busy himself with the oil. The first to go are the pants he'd neglected to rid himself of earlier long before they reached the point of being uncomfortable and there's no hiding the small sigh of relief that comes with that.
No time to enjoy it when there's other things to enjoy that it'll lead to, and Claude tips out some of the oil into both hands. The first goes towards fingers wrapped once more around Sylvain's cock as he holds them there momentarily, and the remaining to his other hand as he slides a couple fingers into himself. And since Sylvain can't see, tempting as it was to unblindfold him to make him watch, a noise of pleasure leaves him which just might clue him in as Claude moves his other hand along the other man's length in time. ]
You're lucky your hands have spoiled me for this or you might be looking at an even longer delay yet.
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Date: 2024-05-07 02:26 am (UTC)You know, you could let me go and I could spoil you more. Just saying.
[ But this is the game and he's more than happy to play it up, see it all the way through, even as his cock pulses in that grip, reacting to the obvious sound of Claude's pleasure. Wanting to hear it. Wanting to share it. Wanting to cause it. ]
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Date: 2024-05-11 10:41 pm (UTC)[ It's difficult to make that sound anywhere near as nonchalant as he wants it to be when aside from his own hurry matches the display of it Sylvain's putting on with want and need in each of those movements cut short by the restraints. The jerk of his cock tells of the ache of it all even more. For a few moments as he continues to work the slide of his fingers in time with his hand up and down Sylvain's length - certainly telling a store of just as much desire beyond than when there's more moans to go with it - Claude flirts with the idea of edging him one last time. For good measure. Just because.
But it'll have to wait for another time, possibly, because impatience wins out with something else in mind. With a swing of one leg over Sylvain's hips, he pauses to balance for a split second before taking Sylvain inside him in three very deliberate rolls of his hips. His own attentions to himself weren't quite enough as he'd guessed but it'll be enough to pause for a moment, to catch his breath and to adjust as he leans down to brush lips against Sylvain's jaw on the way to his ear for an important question. ]
Blindfold on or off?
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Date: 2024-05-26 03:20 am (UTC)His head turns slightly, lips chasing the feel of the man's mouth against his jaw, moving back towards his ear. He wants to taste him, feel him, make him come fucking unraveled, the same way he was driving Sylvain mad. ]
You decide. [ he finally gasps out, because this is Claude's game, and he knows the other man will be able to decide better than him at the moment. That requires too much thinking and his brain is currently incapable of that. Besides. Both options are good, so it's a win/win. ]
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Date: 2024-06-01 06:58 pm (UTC)I think I like you using your imagination for this, [ is what he says after, a murmur against those lips at first before Claude starts to sit up, ] and you've made me come enough times by now to know what it looks like.
[ To say the least. The blindfold will stay for now since his focus changes to tucking his legs beneath the other man's thighs to sink back even further on his cock to add to the slow stretch around him. The next roll of his hips starts the pace he intends to keep to bring Sylvain pleasure with no (intentional) delays as he tightens around him every so often from need and want.
And since Sylvain can't watch, has to rely on memories alone to fill in what's happening - just like before, Claude's careful to fill in with moans and the other's name and increasingly so as he finds teh right angle for both with hands propped against Sylvain's chest. ]
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