A bit belatedly, Claude realizes he hadn't expected him to either, although he's slept with enough guys - even committed guys - who made condoms a huge issue, but something about Jean Louis makes him think he's used to having to protect himself, in every way that counts, he's used to it. And that makes Claude feel with him, a bit more, a bit more deeply.
The other man rolls off him, is a display of muscles moving beneath skin in the strange, dancing light of the aquarium, shades playing off a thigh, a buttock and fishes out some condoms from what seems to be some compartment near the head of the bed, before crouching between Claude's legs again, finding his place there so naturally, you'd think he belonged. Maybe for now, he does. Claude smiles, smiles wider when the other man asks him what he wants, making it a bit difficult to properly reply because then, he's grabbing Claude's cock through his briefs, rubbing it in no helpful way, making his breath hitch.
Huffing out a hard, but amused breath, a choked sound, slightly, he shifts and pushes up against his hand, feeling the soft curve of his palm, the heat of it, the hugeness. He's got big hands. A good grip, also big. Wide. All-encompassing. Claude licks his lips, saying, ]
I'm not gonna tell you how to do your blowjob. [ It's supposed to be a shared joke. Politicians are on a public payroll, maybe more than anyone, there's a whole nation telling them how to do their other jobs. Their colleages not exactly exempt. Have you heard a parliamentary debate? But this isn't work, this is Claude getting eaten, non-cannibalistally, and he won't tell him how to get to the swallowing, only tell him that he wants to go. He wants to go so bad. ] Make me feel like I'm part of you, the rest is up to your discretion. I want to see what you do.
[ The thing is, Claude is less invested in leading the battle and more interested in seeing what strategies Jean Louis decides to use. Maybe there's a challenge to it. Maybe there's curiosity. The scarring, the name he doesn't know where he's heard before, all of these factors that are still unknown to him; this part, at least, he'd like to build complete familiarity with before he leaves.
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A bit belatedly, Claude realizes he hadn't expected him to either, although he's slept with enough guys - even committed guys - who made condoms a huge issue, but something about Jean Louis makes him think he's used to having to protect himself, in every way that counts, he's used to it. And that makes Claude feel with him, a bit more, a bit more deeply.
The other man rolls off him, is a display of muscles moving beneath skin in the strange, dancing light of the aquarium, shades playing off a thigh, a buttock and fishes out some condoms from what seems to be some compartment near the head of the bed, before crouching between Claude's legs again, finding his place there so naturally, you'd think he belonged. Maybe for now, he does. Claude smiles, smiles wider when the other man asks him what he wants, making it a bit difficult to properly reply because then, he's grabbing Claude's cock through his briefs, rubbing it in no helpful way, making his breath hitch.
Huffing out a hard, but amused breath, a choked sound, slightly, he shifts and pushes up against his hand, feeling the soft curve of his palm, the heat of it, the hugeness. He's got big hands. A good grip, also big. Wide. All-encompassing. Claude licks his lips, saying, ]
I'm not gonna tell you how to do your blowjob. [ It's supposed to be a shared joke. Politicians are on a public payroll, maybe more than anyone, there's a whole nation telling them how to do their other jobs. Their colleages not exactly exempt. Have you heard a parliamentary debate? But this isn't work, this is Claude getting eaten, non-cannibalistally, and he won't tell him how to get to the swallowing, only tell him that he wants to go. He wants to go so bad. ] Make me feel like I'm part of you, the rest is up to your discretion. I want to see what you do.
[ The thing is, Claude is less invested in leading the battle and more interested in seeing what strategies Jean Louis decides to use. Maybe there's a challenge to it. Maybe there's curiosity. The scarring, the name he doesn't know where he's heard before, all of these factors that are still unknown to him; this part, at least, he'd like to build complete familiarity with before he leaves.
How Jean Louis Girard likes to suck a dick. ]