[ His nipples feel hard and overstimulated in the best of ways, even as Claude draws away, pushing him back slightly (there's that strength again, even in the most literal sense and yes, indeed, he's hungry now, he's very, very hungry). Jean Louis shifts away, watching as Claude heads for the bed, muscles in his upper back working as he undoes the rest of his clothes - trousers, shoes and socks - whilst his briefs hang on, clinging to the outline of his hard cock in a way that makes him seem naked even whilst wearing them. Jean Louis watches him, lets it be a show for a moment, until the man looks up at him from the bed, legs spread and everything on perfect display and tells him to make me think about nothing but you and his gaze darkens, his body aching to get a move on.
On a harsh exhalation, his breath trembling out of him, he quickly abandons the rest of his clothes - unlike Claude, he isn't wearing shoes and the rest is easily done away with. When he gets to his boxers, he pauses, meeting Claude's gaze across the distance and raising one eyebrow very slightly. ]
Mm. Maybe I'm in the market for one.
[ Without further ado, he drops his boxers as well, baring himself completely. He gives Claude a chance to look - because why wouldn't he, Jean Louis is certainly looking his fill the other way - before he gets on the bed as well. His cock feels heavy, unusually so, against his belly and he realises he actually hasn't had a hard-on for a year, either, imagine that. There are many strange firsts tonight and it's actually a bit concerning that he hadn't considered that beforehand.
It's sheer luck, probably, that he's doing this with Claude and not someone he'd have to throw out within minutes at best. That would have been a story they could tell, presumably, and whilst gossip isn't as dangerous as some people think, it's annoying when it happens out of sync with your own planning.
On his hands and knees, he balances with his arms on either side of Claude's body and crawls up, foregoing his cock for now and bending his neck to lick a fat trail up the middle of his chest, all the way to his left collarbone. From there, he mouths his way up the side of his neck until he finds his lips again, going straight for them and pushing inside, wanting to reconnect, to melt them together. ]
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On a harsh exhalation, his breath trembling out of him, he quickly abandons the rest of his clothes - unlike Claude, he isn't wearing shoes and the rest is easily done away with. When he gets to his boxers, he pauses, meeting Claude's gaze across the distance and raising one eyebrow very slightly. ]
Mm. Maybe I'm in the market for one.
[ Without further ado, he drops his boxers as well, baring himself completely. He gives Claude a chance to look - because why wouldn't he, Jean Louis is certainly looking his fill the other way - before he gets on the bed as well. His cock feels heavy, unusually so, against his belly and he realises he actually hasn't had a hard-on for a year, either, imagine that. There are many strange firsts tonight and it's actually a bit concerning that he hadn't considered that beforehand.
It's sheer luck, probably, that he's doing this with Claude and not someone he'd have to throw out within minutes at best. That would have been a story they could tell, presumably, and whilst gossip isn't as dangerous as some people think, it's annoying when it happens out of sync with your own planning.
On his hands and knees, he balances with his arms on either side of Claude's body and crawls up, foregoing his cock for now and bending his neck to lick a fat trail up the middle of his chest, all the way to his left collarbone. From there, he mouths his way up the side of his neck until he finds his lips again, going straight for them and pushing inside, wanting to reconnect, to melt them together. ]