[ Oh, yes. That. Under normal circumstances, he never has unprotected sex - even with Emilia, they'd had an open relationship and consequently, frequent testing had not been enough. He shifts onto his knees fully, his gaze flickering downwards. Claude's cock is visibly leaking in his briefs and he licks his lips before he can think about it. He could have, without. Tonight, they both could have made that jump, though it's a stupid risk to run and something that's a bit beneath them, he thinks. Yes, that's why he looked up. He doesn't want them degraded, not Claude and not himself. There's been enough of that.
Nodding, he rolls off him to crouch by the side of the bed, reaching for a seemingly random place on the bedframe close to the head of the bed. As his fingers skirt over one specific spot, a hidden compartment opens. It's small, containing a few chargers, some loose, unwrapped pills (street-bought morphine, he should probably get rid of those, actually) and yes, packs of condoms and lube. Grabbing what he came for, he shuts the compartment and gets back on the bed, taking care not to knee Claude anywhere unfortunate as he takes his place between his legs once more. ]
So, Claude. [ He looks down at the other man, smiling slightly, one eyebrow quirking upwards. ] This is a good time for you to tell me what you'd like.
[ He opens the condom (tasteless, thankfully, why the fuck would you want your cock to taste like strawberries or vanilla or whichever?) and sits back om his haunches, his own cock hard against his stomach still. It's honestly hard enough that his balls are starting to ache but he's a patient man, he wants most, not fastest. He folds one hand gently over the bulge in Claude's briefs - much too gently, he knows, to be satisfying in any way at this point - and rubs it slowly, just feeling him out again, feeding himself on a tactile level on top of the lovely visual he's already getting just by being here. By having Claude in his bed.
It's hard to say how they got here, really. It just happened. From one moment to the next, like stepping out of one reality and into another. The light from the aquarium shimmers across Claude's chest and lower abdomen, making his skin seem light. Otherworldly.
He hasn't believed in fairy tales for a long, long time. ]
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Nodding, he rolls off him to crouch by the side of the bed, reaching for a seemingly random place on the bedframe close to the head of the bed. As his fingers skirt over one specific spot, a hidden compartment opens. It's small, containing a few chargers, some loose, unwrapped pills (street-bought morphine, he should probably get rid of those, actually) and yes, packs of condoms and lube. Grabbing what he came for, he shuts the compartment and gets back on the bed, taking care not to knee Claude anywhere unfortunate as he takes his place between his legs once more. ]
So, Claude. [ He looks down at the other man, smiling slightly, one eyebrow quirking upwards. ] This is a good time for you to tell me what you'd like.
[ He opens the condom (tasteless, thankfully, why the fuck would you want your cock to taste like strawberries or vanilla or whichever?) and sits back om his haunches, his own cock hard against his stomach still. It's honestly hard enough that his balls are starting to ache but he's a patient man, he wants most, not fastest. He folds one hand gently over the bulge in Claude's briefs - much too gently, he knows, to be satisfying in any way at this point - and rubs it slowly, just feeling him out again, feeding himself on a tactile level on top of the lovely visual he's already getting just by being here. By having Claude in his bed.
It's hard to say how they got here, really. It just happened. From one moment to the next, like stepping out of one reality and into another. The light from the aquarium shimmers across Claude's chest and lower abdomen, making his skin seem light. Otherworldly.
He hasn't believed in fairy tales for a long, long time. ]