[ He stands there, not as bared as he could be but certainly more than he's been for a long time. Then, Claude is on him, hands mapping out his upperbody almost greedily (hungrily) and it resonates within him so clearly that his shoulders visibly lower, his muscles relaxing. This is right, this is known. He wants to slip his other hand around Claude's waist and pull him closer and when Claude leans up and presses their foreheads together, so close that their breaths mingle and the heat of his body feels like his own, he simply gives in to himself and does it. Folding his hand against the small of Claude's back, he pulls him in, close enough that their bodies are flush up against each other. His body screams for more, like a storm rising suddenly and violently in an otherwise silent space and he makes a rough noise in his throat, tilting his head sideways and bending down to get that small spot beneath Claude's right ear.
As he mouths at the other man's neck, he manages: ]
Whatever you want, Claude, you can have.
[ The other man's name feels as soft and gentle on his tongue as everything else about him. It's amazing. He wants to drown in him. He wants to be eaten up by him and just like that, they are once more aligned with each other. Equally hungry. Equally starved, perhaps, as well. He runs his hand down the back of Claude's trousers, over his arse, grabbing onto him through his trousers and squeezing.
His own cock is definitely hard enough to make him feel lightheaded, particularly as he shifts closer, rubbing up against the bulge in Claude's trousers hard, insistently. He wants to get him into bed and feel him take up space here, maybe even claim a bit of it for himself and distantly, he's aware that ultimately, these are more pieces that he won't get back, but all of that is just pain and pain is easy.
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As he mouths at the other man's neck, he manages: ]
Whatever you want, Claude, you can have.
[ The other man's name feels as soft and gentle on his tongue as everything else about him. It's amazing. He wants to drown in him. He wants to be eaten up by him and just like that, they are once more aligned with each other. Equally hungry. Equally starved, perhaps, as well. He runs his hand down the back of Claude's trousers, over his arse, grabbing onto him through his trousers and squeezing.
His own cock is definitely hard enough to make him feel lightheaded, particularly as he shifts closer, rubbing up against the bulge in Claude's trousers hard, insistently. He wants to get him into bed and feel him take up space here, maybe even claim a bit of it for himself and distantly, he's aware that ultimately, these are more pieces that he won't get back, but all of that is just pain and pain is easy.
Yeah. They really should get to bed. ]