[ It blurs, after that, a little. Claude is being pulled flush up against Jean Louis' front and their bodies, in that moment, might as well have been the same, regardless of what different training regimens they use, what means of working out they dedicate themselves to. Right now, they're dedicating themselves to each other exclusively. Nothing else matters.
Jean Louis more or less attaches himself to a spot on Claude's neck, sucking at him, licking, the light scraping of teeth and Claude is letting his head roll back to open himself up, make himself accessible, his other hand coming up to finger Jean Louis' other nipple briefly, before the other man is squeezing his butt and then, thrusting up against his crotch, pushing their cocks together. Their equally hard, wanting, affirming cocks.
That's when Claude is done just standing around here, they need the bed. They need to be naked and they need to be fucking in each other, asap. He flattens both hands over Jean Louis' pecs, pushing at his chest with every intention to get from A to B quickly, but without violence, without force. He might not have killer abdominal muscles like the other man, but he's strong enough, he can certainly move things when he wants them moved, be it in politics or in the bedroom. The gentle push is performed with a low groan for contrast, while he stalks forward, around the other man, reaching down to undo his belt and then, his trousers, toeing out of his shoes first before stepping out of the pants finally, a not particularly elegant but very effective chain of movements.
He's left in socks. Then, they go as well. Meaning, only briefs left. Supposedly, they can stay, like a teaser.
He crawls onto Jean Louis' bed, lying down and leaning back on his elbows, watching him across the room, the light from the aquarium cooling everything down by degrees, except he's still burning, here. Burning up. His cock is still straining in his underwear, everything is almost intolerably throbbing and hard.
Sounding equal parts breathless and warmly amused, he says, spreading his legs a bit, reclining in a particularly unpleasant position, but watch him give zero fucks right now. ]
You better make me think about nothing but you or I'll suddenly be asking you for some unholy alliance, based on those words, Jean Louis.
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Jean Louis more or less attaches himself to a spot on Claude's neck, sucking at him, licking, the light scraping of teeth and Claude is letting his head roll back to open himself up, make himself accessible, his other hand coming up to finger Jean Louis' other nipple briefly, before the other man is squeezing his butt and then, thrusting up against his crotch, pushing their cocks together. Their equally hard, wanting, affirming cocks.
That's when Claude is done just standing around here, they need the bed. They need to be naked and they need to be fucking in each other, asap. He flattens both hands over Jean Louis' pecs, pushing at his chest with every intention to get from A to B quickly, but without violence, without force. He might not have killer abdominal muscles like the other man, but he's strong enough, he can certainly move things when he wants them moved, be it in politics or in the bedroom. The gentle push is performed with a low groan for contrast, while he stalks forward, around the other man, reaching down to undo his belt and then, his trousers, toeing out of his shoes first before stepping out of the pants finally, a not particularly elegant but very effective chain of movements.
He's left in socks. Then, they go as well. Meaning, only briefs left. Supposedly, they can stay, like a teaser.
He crawls onto Jean Louis' bed, lying down and leaning back on his elbows, watching him across the room, the light from the aquarium cooling everything down by degrees, except he's still burning, here. Burning up. His cock is still straining in his underwear, everything is almost intolerably throbbing and hard.
Sounding equal parts breathless and warmly amused, he says, spreading his legs a bit, reclining in a particularly unpleasant position, but watch him give zero fucks right now. ]
You better make me think about nothing but you or I'll suddenly be asking you for some unholy alliance, based on those words, Jean Louis.