[ There's the slightest, fondest eye roll at Sylvain's supposed disappointment over taking the corset off and Hilda's reminder they could leave it on even if either of them - or Hilda, too - seem inclined to do anything but disregard that. The removal of the corset as Sylvain's fingers nimbly undo it and is the only reason he'd consider pulling back just then despite teasing Hilda, save for also giving the other man a smirk he knows will be appreciated.

But as it should, the reveal of what's beneath gets all of their attention with an appreciative murmur escaping him to match Sylvain's groan. There's a slight laugh from Claude when it turns out they have the same idea as he reaches forward. Or that was the plan until deciding to wait for a moment, and her reactions to Sylvain's touch are something to behold. That makes his pause an even better decision in his mind when he goes to cup her other breast with a gentle roll of her nipple beneath his thumb to layer sensations as her lips meet his again.

Not for long; something he should've predicted and which doesn't stop him from chasing after her for another kiss as Hilda's fingers skipping across his skin send faint shivers of anticipation in the direction they're heading. There's still other plans he'd like to enact first, even if he's not going to stop her advance. ]

Maybe. Who says we're done appreciating you first?

[ Claude returns a hand to run his fingers featherlight along the back of her thigh before lifting her leg to wrap around his waist loosely for now. After that he returns it to her hip to trace down along skin and across curves he knows well before moving downwards and - finally - with far more intent than mere teasing if Hilda doesn't want it to be only that. ]

We're supposed to make sure your imagination's properly inspired first, aren't we? I know Sylvain has plenty to offer in the way of ideas.