[ A snort of laughter. Right, they're public officials, aren't they? On the payrolls of the citizens. Putting the condom aside on the bed, he tilts his head a little while he considers the man beneath him. A blowjob it is, then, and entirely up to his own preferences too. He's always liked oral, there's something very special about the way it tends to reduce people to their most basic needs and wants whilst keeping the giver firmly in the seat of control. If you abandon it, it's only by choice. After all, so long as you have a set of teeth, you have the upper hand. Make me feel like I'm part of you, says Claude, and there they are again, perfectly aligned.
He wants them to merge.
Flattening both hands against Claude's hips, he hooks his fingers in the fabric of his briefs, taking care not to get his damaged left little finger caught unnecessarily. He nudges the briefs down Claude's hips, freeing his cock and watching it fall against his belly, thick and long and blushing at the tip. It's a great sight. His teeth are watering a bit.
He drops Claude's briefs on the floor somewhere and spits in his hand, flattening the other against Claude's hip, fingers digging in ever so slightly near the bone. It's a hold, not yet a grip - an implicit offer that he chooses not to verbalize. If Claude wants to play along, he'll get it by himself and if he doesn't, it won't matter. For now, it's simply an offer. I can help you stay still. Without further comment, he closes his damp hand around the shaft and runs his hand upwards towards the head, pushing his thumb lightly over it, smearing the wetness around near the slit. It's a nice handful, definitely. He licks his lips again. ]
This will feel good in my mouth. How deep do you think I can take you?
[ He strokes him again, slowly. On the third stroke, his own breath catches in his throat about halfway, his cock aching for stimulation. He doesn't reach for it. He's got two hands, as it were, and they're both occupied. Regardless, he does shift a little, trying to ease the tension in his lower body. ]
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He wants them to merge.
Flattening both hands against Claude's hips, he hooks his fingers in the fabric of his briefs, taking care not to get his damaged left little finger caught unnecessarily. He nudges the briefs down Claude's hips, freeing his cock and watching it fall against his belly, thick and long and blushing at the tip. It's a great sight. His teeth are watering a bit.
He drops Claude's briefs on the floor somewhere and spits in his hand, flattening the other against Claude's hip, fingers digging in ever so slightly near the bone. It's a hold, not yet a grip - an implicit offer that he chooses not to verbalize. If Claude wants to play along, he'll get it by himself and if he doesn't, it won't matter. For now, it's simply an offer. I can help you stay still. Without further comment, he closes his damp hand around the shaft and runs his hand upwards towards the head, pushing his thumb lightly over it, smearing the wetness around near the slit. It's a nice handful, definitely. He licks his lips again. ]
This will feel good in my mouth. How deep do you think I can take you?
[ He strokes him again, slowly. On the third stroke, his own breath catches in his throat about halfway, his cock aching for stimulation. He doesn't reach for it. He's got two hands, as it were, and they're both occupied. Regardless, he does shift a little, trying to ease the tension in his lower body. ]