[ 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. ]
[ he curses breathlessly as Claude starts to move, changing the angle, making him ache to bury himself deep. He tries to rock up, but the way the man above him is perched now keeps him mostly pinned in place, right where he wants him. Letting Claude control every aspect of this. ]
If you think I will ever grow tired of that sight, you haven't been paying attention very well.
[ Sylvain could never tear his eyes away from the other man. Especially when lost in pleasure. ]
All the better for you to - [ with a small break for a moan as he shifts and finds a better angle yet - ] use your imagination.
[ Is it his wittiest comeback ever? Absolutely not, but Claude thinks even Sylvain wouldn't blame him for being far too distracted. Especially not when those lifts of the other's hips feel like small pleas to match the swearing when he knows it's not quite enough for Sylvain just yet.
Something he intends to deliver on, surely, with a small change of pace to something slower not to tease but to pay some deliberate attention to Sylvain while running his nails lightly over that broad chest beneath his palms. ]
Unless you have something else in mind, and then all you have to do is ask.
[ Something Claude means without anything else attached as he tightens around the other man's cock for good measure with the next indulgent roll of his hips before taking Sylvain deeper again. His lover's been so very patient, and he did mean it about this being something to be enjoyed at the end of it all. ]
Fuck, just ride me, Claude. Let me feel you. You feel so good.
[ His voice is strained and breathless, gasps of air and ragged breaths interrupting his attempt to answer. Emphasized with each roll of Claude's hips, taking him deep, over and over again. The feel of the man's hands on his skin. Every sensation is emphasized by the lack of sight, the lack of being able to tell what will come next. It makes it intense in a way he hadn't anticipated.
He shivers, biting down on his lower lip to stave off falling too deeply into it too swiftly. He's not ready for this to end yet. And he wants Claude to unravel with him. ]
[ Each of those noises only encourage Claude on, intent as he is on making sure Sylvain enjoys this. Which he is as he watches the other man's lower lip disappear between his teeth and that tremor runs through him, and that is far more pleasurable than anything else.
If Sylvain's determined to stay in this moment as long as he can, Claude's every bit as determined to bring him to climax first. The best sort of race since all those noises he answers with his own and then some to offset the blindfold means each brush against sensitive nerves ends up feeling a bit like a lightning strike of pure pleasure as he brings one hand to his aching cock to stroke it in time. There's a part of him which wishes for Sylvain's hands on him or his hips to hold him in place, but he doesn't reach for the end of the restraints.
It's need which has him finally surrendering to no longer pinning Sylvain's hips into place as they'd been. Claude doesn't pause in the pace he's set after resettling his legs next to Sylvain but he does lean forward with one hand now braced against the mattress to encourage Sylvain to take more even as he keeps riding him.
And in case that wasn't enough, because he knows what he's doing with this as his own voice now is strained with want for the other man to help fuck what little sense remains out of them both - ]
You've been so good, Sylvain, you're incredible. Come with me.
[ The shift is subtle, but everything feels more intense like this. Each of Claude's touches, the noises of pleasure he makes. The shift of his weight atop him, which suddenly gives Sylvain just enough freedom to take advantage of the situation.
Which he does, hips rocking up to press deep within the other man riding him, breathless groan torn from his lips at the feeling of Claude clenching tight around him. The sound of the strain in Claude's voice is enough to get another moan from him and his hands twitch and tug in restless impatience, wanting to reach for him, to touch him, but he relishes what he can get for the moment.
Even if the other man is driving him slowly mad. As he so often does.
he curses, the sound breathless and strained as he slams up into the tight body above his, going by feel alone, so it's not the most graceful, but it's certainly not lacking in eagerness. His hips pick up the pace, fueled by the need that burns under his skin. Claude had already pushed him a good part of the way and it's easy to push the rest, chasing his pleasure as he fucks up into the man above him. Takes them both farther, even if Claude still has the lion's share of the control here. It's fine, Sylvain knows how to work with what he has.
And it's not long before the last shreds of his own control are unravelling, his breathing coming more frantic and harsh, the moans spilling more freely now, not bothering at all to try and stay quiet. The tension builds, Claude's name slipping from his lips like a plea, like a prayer. And then his cock is pulsing hotly within the tight clench of the other man's body, pulsing and spilling hotly as his body arches with the force of it, coming hard enough that it feels like everything seizes up, only to leave him slumping back to the bed in the aftermath, sweaty and breathless, muscles twitching and trembling in the aftershocks of orgasm. ]
[ As predicted - hoped, Sylvain takes advantage of that added freedom to move with an intensity which drags a particularly pleased moan from him and has his fingers winding into the bedding beneath them. That alone would be enough to drag him over the edge if not for determination here. There's one more shift to be made yet, even if it's not to reach for the other's hands much as that same desire has been strong this whole time.
This time it's to account for the pace Sylvain sets to rock back into each thrust to offer him that much more of what he's seeking in each one. The noises growing ever louder is a reward as they sink into something well repeated and enjoyed as he goes by sight and feeling alone to lavish attention onto the other for what's being paid to him now with each lift of those hips until he watches Sylvain arch beneath him.
As Sylvain unravels, Claude stays in motion to ride it out with him to amplify every last moment of pleasure even as he collapses back to the bed spent. Mere seconds later it's that sight which undoes him as always and more so now when this is what he wanted with his name on the other's lips just as much as the reverse is true as he spills across Sylvain's stomach.
There are no clever words this time as he tries to catch his breath in the aftermath, leaning down to press his forehead to the other man's for a moment before pressing a kiss to his cheek right below the blindfold. Which will go in just another minute as soon as sense returns to him a bit more or (or perhaps and) he remembers how to move beyond dragging more kisses across Sylvain's face that will have to do for the praise he might otherwise say. ]
[ He makes a soft, breathless sound when he feels Claude lean over him, their foreheads pressed together. Still blind, he fumbles to turn towards him, nuzzling in against his cheek as he pants for air, heartbeat still pounding in his ears and body awash and humming with sated pleasure.
He should probably say something witty right about now, but Claude has literally fucked every last thought out of his head and for once, his brain is actually... blissfully quiet and empty.
[ Moving still feels like too much right now - when it comes to moving off Sylvain even if it'd be just to lie down next to him on the bed. The quiet they're sharing in the aftermath of both expressing themselves rather loudly (and rather nicely, in his opinion) is companionable, something meaningful to where he couldn't even choose the right words if asked.
Instead Claude tears his hands away from Sylvain's chest where they'd been roaming yet again like all the other touches weren't enough. They never are, but now he lifts them to run a fingertip along the bottom edge of the blindfold before lifting it to peek beneath and putting on faux surprise like he didn't expect to see Sylvain despite being perched upon him. ]
You still with me in there?
[ It's teasing as he leans down again to capture Sylvain's mouth in a proper kiss if not one made slightly sloppy thanks to a rush of affection and both of them still panting slightly as he pushes the blindfold off over the other man's hair to let it fall on the pillow beneath him. That kiss turns into another as Claude slides his hands up strong arms to go for the knots there next. ]
[ He has to blink and squint a little when Claude finally tugs the blindfold off, his eyes needing to adjust to something other than blackness all over again. But his gaze is quick to find Claude’s face - faux surprise and all - as he gives a quiet chuckle and picks his head up enough to lean into that kiss. Humming softly against Claude’s lips. ]
Ask me again in ten minutes. Maybe I’ll be able to think coherently again by then.
[ An equally feigned complaint to go with the supposed surprise and murmured against Sylvain's mouth when he's loathe to pull away. Undoing the restraints means needing a little bit of focus, though, so he pushes himself up enough on his elbows to undo those knots that'd faithfully held Sylvain right where he wanted him.
With the fabric loosed Claude brings the other's hands back with him with fingers laced loosely to rest Sylvain's hands on the man's chest. All the better for admiring the what's left behind from being tied up around those wrists, though Claude brings one of Sylvain's hands forward to kiss along the marks. ]
Maybe I'll use the ten minutes instead to coax you into getting in a bath with me.
[ He gives a playful groan at that, even if the smile playing about his lips doesn't falter for even a moment as he watches Claude with dark, fond eyes. ]
I'm vetoing anything that requires moving. I'll need at least twenty minutes for that.
[ But he laces their fingers together, and then brings the fingers of Claude's other hands to his lips so he can trail kisses against each one of his knuckles. ]
You're getting closer to a time that'll satisfy my ego.
[ If there's meant to be a complaint in there, it certainly gets overridden by amusement that's too hard to contain. It seems from fondness from those hands weaving through his and the lips brushing against his hands when there's affection overflowing. As there always is, he's learned long ago, in the aftermath of everything as always.
Still, he hums thoughtfully while Sylvain moves between his knuckles. ]
Though I can think of a few things that'd get you to move before then.
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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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Date: 2024-06-10 01:59 am (UTC)[ he curses breathlessly as Claude starts to move, changing the angle, making him ache to bury himself deep. He tries to rock up, but the way the man above him is perched now keeps him mostly pinned in place, right where he wants him. Letting Claude control every aspect of this. ]
If you think I will ever grow tired of that sight, you haven't been paying attention very well.
[ Sylvain could never tear his eyes away from the other man. Especially when lost in pleasure. ]
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Date: 2024-06-12 02:23 am (UTC)[ Is it his wittiest comeback ever? Absolutely not, but Claude thinks even Sylvain wouldn't blame him for being far too distracted. Especially not when those lifts of the other's hips feel like small pleas to match the swearing when he knows it's not quite enough for Sylvain just yet.
Something he intends to deliver on, surely, with a small change of pace to something slower not to tease but to pay some deliberate attention to Sylvain while running his nails lightly over that broad chest beneath his palms. ]
Unless you have something else in mind, and then all you have to do is ask.
[ Something Claude means without anything else attached as he tightens around the other man's cock for good measure with the next indulgent roll of his hips before taking Sylvain deeper again. His lover's been so very patient, and he did mean it about this being something to be enjoyed at the end of it all. ]
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Date: 2024-06-14 06:13 pm (UTC)[ His voice is strained and breathless, gasps of air and ragged breaths interrupting his attempt to answer. Emphasized with each roll of Claude's hips, taking him deep, over and over again. The feel of the man's hands on his skin. Every sensation is emphasized by the lack of sight, the lack of being able to tell what will come next. It makes it intense in a way he hadn't anticipated.
He shivers, biting down on his lower lip to stave off falling too deeply into it too swiftly. He's not ready for this to end yet. And he wants Claude to unravel with him. ]
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Date: 2024-06-15 10:28 pm (UTC)If Sylvain's determined to stay in this moment as long as he can, Claude's every bit as determined to bring him to climax first. The best sort of race since all those noises he answers with his own and then some to offset the blindfold means each brush against sensitive nerves ends up feeling a bit like a lightning strike of pure pleasure as he brings one hand to his aching cock to stroke it in time. There's a part of him which wishes for Sylvain's hands on him or his hips to hold him in place, but he doesn't reach for the end of the restraints.
It's need which has him finally surrendering to no longer pinning Sylvain's hips into place as they'd been. Claude doesn't pause in the pace he's set after resettling his legs next to Sylvain but he does lean forward with one hand now braced against the mattress to encourage Sylvain to take more even as he keeps riding him.
And in case that wasn't enough, because he knows what he's doing with this as his own voice now is strained with want for the other man to help fuck what little sense remains out of them both - ]
You've been so good, Sylvain, you're incredible. Come with me.
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Date: 2024-06-20 01:47 pm (UTC)Which he does, hips rocking up to press deep within the other man riding him, breathless groan torn from his lips at the feeling of Claude clenching tight around him. The sound of the strain in Claude's voice is enough to get another moan from him and his hands twitch and tug in restless impatience, wanting to reach for him, to touch him, but he relishes what he can get for the moment.
Even if the other man is driving him slowly mad. As he so often does.
he curses, the sound breathless and strained as he slams up into the tight body above his, going by feel alone, so it's not the most graceful, but it's certainly not lacking in eagerness. His hips pick up the pace, fueled by the need that burns under his skin. Claude had already pushed him a good part of the way and it's easy to push the rest, chasing his pleasure as he fucks up into the man above him. Takes them both farther, even if Claude still has the lion's share of the control here. It's fine, Sylvain knows how to work with what he has.
And it's not long before the last shreds of his own control are unravelling, his breathing coming more frantic and harsh, the moans spilling more freely now, not bothering at all to try and stay quiet. The tension builds, Claude's name slipping from his lips like a plea, like a prayer. And then his cock is pulsing hotly within the tight clench of the other man's body, pulsing and spilling hotly as his body arches with the force of it, coming hard enough that it feels like everything seizes up, only to leave him slumping back to the bed in the aftermath, sweaty and breathless, muscles twitching and trembling in the aftershocks of orgasm. ]
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Date: 2024-06-23 05:40 am (UTC)This time it's to account for the pace Sylvain sets to rock back into each thrust to offer him that much more of what he's seeking in each one. The noises growing ever louder is a reward as they sink into something well repeated and enjoyed as he goes by sight and feeling alone to lavish attention onto the other for what's being paid to him now with each lift of those hips until he watches Sylvain arch beneath him.
As Sylvain unravels, Claude stays in motion to ride it out with him to amplify every last moment of pleasure even as he collapses back to the bed spent. Mere seconds later it's that sight which undoes him as always and more so now when this is what he wanted with his name on the other's lips just as much as the reverse is true as he spills across Sylvain's stomach.
There are no clever words this time as he tries to catch his breath in the aftermath, leaning down to press his forehead to the other man's for a moment before pressing a kiss to his cheek right below the blindfold. Which will go in just another minute as soon as sense returns to him a bit more or (or perhaps and) he remembers how to move beyond dragging more kisses across Sylvain's face that will have to do for the praise he might otherwise say. ]
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Date: 2024-06-23 06:15 pm (UTC)He should probably say something witty right about now, but Claude has literally fucked every last thought out of his head and for once, his brain is actually... blissfully quiet and empty.
It's... kind of nice, actually. ]
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Date: 2024-06-23 10:26 pm (UTC)Instead Claude tears his hands away from Sylvain's chest where they'd been roaming yet again like all the other touches weren't enough. They never are, but now he lifts them to run a fingertip along the bottom edge of the blindfold before lifting it to peek beneath and putting on faux surprise like he didn't expect to see Sylvain despite being perched upon him. ]
You still with me in there?
[ It's teasing as he leans down again to capture Sylvain's mouth in a proper kiss if not one made slightly sloppy thanks to a rush of affection and both of them still panting slightly as he pushes the blindfold off over the other man's hair to let it fall on the pillow beneath him. That kiss turns into another as Claude slides his hands up strong arms to go for the knots there next. ]
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Date: 2024-06-26 07:30 pm (UTC)Ask me again in ten minutes. Maybe I’ll be able to think coherently again by then.
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Date: 2024-06-30 12:01 am (UTC)[ An equally feigned complaint to go with the supposed surprise and murmured against Sylvain's mouth when he's loathe to pull away. Undoing the restraints means needing a little bit of focus, though, so he pushes himself up enough on his elbows to undo those knots that'd faithfully held Sylvain right where he wanted him.
With the fabric loosed Claude brings the other's hands back with him with fingers laced loosely to rest Sylvain's hands on the man's chest. All the better for admiring the what's left behind from being tied up around those wrists, though Claude brings one of Sylvain's hands forward to kiss along the marks. ]
Maybe I'll use the ten minutes instead to coax you into getting in a bath with me.
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Date: 2024-07-05 07:54 pm (UTC)I'm vetoing anything that requires moving. I'll need at least twenty minutes for that.
[ But he laces their fingers together, and then brings the fingers of Claude's other hands to his lips so he can trail kisses against each one of his knuckles. ]
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Date: 2024-07-07 07:59 pm (UTC)[ If there's meant to be a complaint in there, it certainly gets overridden by amusement that's too hard to contain. It seems from fondness from those hands weaving through his and the lips brushing against his hands when there's affection overflowing. As there always is, he's learned long ago, in the aftermath of everything as always.
Still, he hums thoughtfully while Sylvain moves between his knuckles. ]
Though I can think of a few things that'd get you to move before then.
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Date: 2024-07-07 08:21 pm (UTC)[ He’s grinning as he says it, even as he gives a playful nip to one of Claude’s knuckles. ]
Not when not moving sounds more tempting than anything I can think of right now.
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