abraxaslogs | maybe i'm a mess

[ There's a small hope, even if it's not much of one, that maybe Sylvain won't notice. Maybe he can write this off as something else, sink it into being nothing but enthusiasm when familiar fingers find their way into his hair again. It wouldn't be hard to do if there is a time limit on this of something counting down he doesn't know about. All the more reason to put as much into this - whatever it is - as he can. Easier than being left with regrets, certainly.

Before that spiral can drag him too far into it again and threaten to add Hilda's pulling away into it as another layer, his plan to take out feelings on Sylvain's neck is interrupted with the other man has something else in mind. Now it's his turn to find lips and teeth on him and Claude shuts his eyes to enjoy it even as he wants to insist on getting back to where he'd barely started.

Until there's words to go with it, and ones which successfully gets him to pause. ]

I might've figured that out a while ago. [ It doesn't quite hit his usual nonchalant air, but he's just going to keep talking before Sylvain notices it, if he even does. Maybe he won't or will simply think it's distraction from that mouth moving along his jaw. It wouldn't be entirely wrong. ] You picked a strange time to interrupt me then before I could remind you of what either one or both could do.

[ The interruption wasn't to ask questions they know the answers to, Claude knows that much. Then it's only a matter of where it's actually going and whether it's going to be revealed or if he's going to have to guess, and in case it's the latter he's just going to helpfully run his fingernails lightly over the skin beneath him as a reminder he could be doing something else with them, too. ]

Unless it's to tell me all about the other things you've imagined?

Mmmm. If we start talking now, you’ll just be trying to out-sass me for the next hour and then neither one of us will get to enjoy this as we should. Not that your sass isn’t adorable - [ Yes, he chose that word purposefully, knowing exactly what reaction he’d probably get. ] - but that’s not what I had in mind.

[ His smirk is cheeky and a hint devious as he shifts back slightly, just enough to prop himself up against the headboard once more and giving another leading tug to Claude’s dark hair. ]

Besides. I’m sure you could think of other creative ways than just talking about them. Unless you’re not actually as skilled with your tongue as you claim. I was pretty tipsy last time…

[ He hadn’t been, actually, but that doesn’t mean he can’t tease the other man with impish delight, falling back on the easy banter they so often shared. ]

[ Predictably, adorable gets a roll of his eyes skyward, though he waits to do it until he's positive Sylvain can see it. Can't have him losing the full effect of what reaction he'd wanted to provoke, after all.

The tug to his hair gets him to narrow his eyes afterwards while he considers Sylvain's face as if analyzing every feature on it - as if he hadn't already memorized them from moments like these, or ones across a room, or from studying him at night while sharing a pillow. No, Claude knows exactly what it means. While it hasn't entirely led him into forgetting the bog comprising the deeper part of his mind where thoughts lurk still exists, it's a start. A very good one, and a point to focus on rather than anything else. ]

And here I thought you liked it when I talk. I certainly don't remember you complaining when talking about all the ways I want to make you come means you get to choose which one I deliver on. But if you're saying that wasn't as effective at sticking in your memories as all those sounds you made said it was...

[ The smirk he gives Sylvain as he withdraws his hands to brace them against the mattress is intentional - Claude knows precisely what's being insinuated and already had it in mind before the suggestion(s), but that's not how this game works. ]

Then maybe you should be more specific first.

[ Oh, he remembers all those ways, and were this any other night, he'd be more than happy to indulge Claude in all the dirty talk he wanted. But that wasn't going to get him out of his head tonight, and Sylvain wanted that more than he wanted to check a few more things off of their risqué to-do list.

Which is why he tugs the man closer, almost close enough to kiss, but not quite. Teasing him with the anticipation of it while denying him at the same time. Which was a game they both liked to play, it seemed. His voice is low and husky and just a hint smug and there's a dark gleam in his hooded gaze. ]

I want these pretty lips wrapped around my cock and then I want to see just how deep you can take me before you choke. Is that specific enough for you?

[ When he's pulled forward and ever closer but not close enough, Claude merely tilts his head back. Part defiance, part anticipation, part watching Sylvain closely beneath that (mostly) casual expression on his own face - all of it working to become a careful assessment when he gets the specification he wants. ]

It's getting there.

[ It's closer, yes, but if Sylvain's not going to outline precise details from the start of a want, then Claude's going to run with whatever he can within the outlines he's given. Unsurprisingly, this means leaning in a little more to eliminate more of that gap without closing it. Just to make sure he really has Sylvain's attention with lips and breath ghosting each other without any actual contact. ]

But I think we can make it more interesting yet. Your hands don't get to leave the bed until I say so. The same goes for your hips, or else you'll only be left with your own hand to get you off. Deal?

[ Sure, it would've been more interesting to play with that while in the midst of it to force Sylvain to adjust in the moment, but part of Claude's far more interested in if he can follow a few simple rules. The sort of test that'll come in useful for later plans for another day he's kept to himself - but it'd be good to get a preview, wouldn't it? ]

[ Sylvain's gaze narrows for a moment as he considers his options. If giving Claude this will help further his goal for tonight. After a moment of consideration, he decides to see where this leads, since he can always change it up if he needs to.

So he just smiles, slow and sly, his gaze dark and hungry. ]

Sure. I can go for interesting. But are you really sure you want to give up my hands in your hair while you do so?

( nsfw - continued over here )

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