[ There's a brief tap of a couple fingertips to his temple when Sylvain asks that rhetorical question as if to suggest he's thought of that - and that maybe that's just the point indeed. And if it was meant to spark that very expression on the other man's face while Hilda's delight makes itself known, well. Claude will just count that as a success in every way possible.
Or he would if Hilda's hand moving over him didn't blank out his mind for a good solid few seconds. The next inhale he takes is sharp and slightly stuttered; in the name of spending attention on her he'd temporarily set aside desire, but it's made itself readily apparent now. That's enough to get him to refocus, since - ]
I think that can be arranged.
[ As for which part? Claude's not going to specify.
He's too busy moving forward himself to lean forward into her touch before that won't do and he outright moves forward on his knees to lean Hilda even farther back into Sylvain. The teapot's rattle isn't noticed by him either - nor is the tray sliding again to lean at an angle with its contents further askew - when he runs his fingers first over damp fabric before ever so slowly moving to beneath the hem running along the inside of her thigh. Still short of letting any fingers slip into her in favor of exploring sensitive spots for what'll be something they'll all enjoy, he leans down to the opposite side of her neck to start worrying his own into soft skin where it'll be plenty visible should her hair not hide it. ]
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Or he would if Hilda's hand moving over him didn't blank out his mind for a good solid few seconds. The next inhale he takes is sharp and slightly stuttered; in the name of spending attention on her he'd temporarily set aside desire, but it's made itself readily apparent now. That's enough to get him to refocus, since - ]
I think that can be arranged.
[ As for which part? Claude's not going to specify.
He's too busy moving forward himself to lean forward into her touch before that won't do and he outright moves forward on his knees to lean Hilda even farther back into Sylvain. The teapot's rattle isn't noticed by him either - nor is the tray sliding again to lean at an angle with its contents further askew - when he runs his fingers first over damp fabric before ever so slowly moving to beneath the hem running along the inside of her thigh. Still short of letting any fingers slip into her in favor of exploring sensitive spots for what'll be something they'll all enjoy, he leans down to the opposite side of her neck to start worrying his own into soft skin where it'll be plenty visible should her hair not hide it. ]