[ He can feel Claude taking in the room, the few, key decorations. There's a particular sort of silence associated with a stranger, taking in a strange space - inquisitive without lingering for too long, entertaining no favourites yet and no dislikes. Again, new. He turns fully, just as Claude steps up closer to him and they're face to face like this, the other man a few inches shorter. Jean Louis closes his eyes as Claude runs his fingers through his hair, feeling the strands align themselves according to his movements, whether he's willing them to lay down or to loosen. When he kisses him again, he swallows Claude's groan and takes him, pushing his tongue past his lips more forcefully, grabbing onto the back of his neck. He thinks about that, about Claude messing up his hair and opening himself, back and forth, back and forth, and there's something so inherently calming about it that he very nearly forgets why he hasn't invited anyone into his bed for the past year.
As soon as his other hand finds Claude's shirt, however, and he begins working the buttons open single-handedly, he remembers.
Despite what certain people think, Jean Louis has never been vain. It helps in many ways to be conventionally attractive and he's used that to his advantage to the full extent - and he plans on doing so, going forwards too. He just needs his skin to heal enough and he'll cover all traces of last year in ink, it'll look and be intentional and the power imbalance will right itself. All of that, yes, eventually. But tonight is not that. This is now.
And though he's undressed for many people since, the vast majority have been professionals with professional gazes.
Breaking the kiss, he uses both hands to finish opening Claude's shirt, letting the material fall to either side, revealing a flat chest (bare, no hair whatsoever - waxed, he'd say, if he were to guess) and small, hard nipples, his body firm but not very toned, like a man who takes care of himself without turning his body into any kind of project. It's nice. It goes well with the rest of him. Jean Louis steps closer, running one hand slowly up his midriff, spreading out his fingers. He flattens his hand in the middle of his chest right above his heart and slips it sideways, covering one, pink nipple underneath it. He rubs it slowly, circular motions, watching Claude's face. They don't know each other, after all. Everything's a matter of trial and error.
He's wearing a shirt. He'll need to release the other man to take it off and right now, he's leaving them unbalanced.
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As soon as his other hand finds Claude's shirt, however, and he begins working the buttons open single-handedly, he remembers.
Despite what certain people think, Jean Louis has never been vain. It helps in many ways to be conventionally attractive and he's used that to his advantage to the full extent - and he plans on doing so, going forwards too. He just needs his skin to heal enough and he'll cover all traces of last year in ink, it'll look and be intentional and the power imbalance will right itself. All of that, yes, eventually. But tonight is not that. This is now.
And though he's undressed for many people since, the vast majority have been professionals with professional gazes.
Breaking the kiss, he uses both hands to finish opening Claude's shirt, letting the material fall to either side, revealing a flat chest (bare, no hair whatsoever - waxed, he'd say, if he were to guess) and small, hard nipples, his body firm but not very toned, like a man who takes care of himself without turning his body into any kind of project. It's nice. It goes well with the rest of him. Jean Louis steps closer, running one hand slowly up his midriff, spreading out his fingers. He flattens his hand in the middle of his chest right above his heart and slips it sideways, covering one, pink nipple underneath it. He rubs it slowly, circular motions, watching Claude's face. They don't know each other, after all. Everything's a matter of trial and error.
He's wearing a shirt. He'll need to release the other man to take it off and right now, he's leaving them unbalanced.
He's aware. ]