[ At that slight brush of fingers against the top of his hand, his arousal definitely, impossibly, doubles - I want it, it means, Claude wants him to hold him and there's something incredibly precious about another person giving such a thing to you, freely, unmanipulated. Usually, Jean Louis will find a way to get what he wants and he'll generally prefer to make people think they've given it willingly but in this, right now? He wants that back and forth, that motion of being aligned that Claude seems to carry within him. It's the world he inhabits naturally, even as the world around him contradicts his perceptions at every turn. There's no true interest in consent, in women's rights, in the de-stabilization of existing power structures. It's Claude's world and that world is always, continously, opposed by those around him.
Jean Louis recognises that, even standing at the complete other end of the spectrum.
It's a fascinating coherency. ]
You're right. [ He bends his head a little, giving Claude better access to his hair. Repeats, his voice rough from arousal: ] As far as you want.
[ He shifts down onto his elbows, looking Claude's cock over quickly - yes, that'll go down deep - before rolling on the condom in one, quick motion. Leaning in, he grabs him by the root and angles his cock outwards slightly. Then, he presses his tongue to the base, right where the condom begins, and mouths his way up along the underside. He takes care to press in hard against the veins he can sense beneath the rubber. He can taste Claude even through it, though it isn't as pronounced as he'd like and once he gets to the tip, the scent of the other man is heavy in his nostrils, the smell of sex and arousal dominating the air between them. It's good. It could become all-consuming.
Carefully, he tucks his teeth away behind his lips, finds the appropriate angle and opens up wide. The tip slides onto his tongue, then the head forces his jaws open just a bit wider than he'd anticipated and the sensation makes his toes curl, his breath coming out in a low groan as he sinks down further. He takes him in until the tip seems to hit the back of his mouth. Then, he pulls back slowly, saliva gliding down the length and pooling over his knuckles. ]
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Jean Louis recognises that, even standing at the complete other end of the spectrum.
It's a fascinating coherency. ]
You're right. [ He bends his head a little, giving Claude better access to his hair. Repeats, his voice rough from arousal: ] As far as you want.
[ He shifts down onto his elbows, looking Claude's cock over quickly - yes, that'll go down deep - before rolling on the condom in one, quick motion. Leaning in, he grabs him by the root and angles his cock outwards slightly. Then, he presses his tongue to the base, right where the condom begins, and mouths his way up along the underside. He takes care to press in hard against the veins he can sense beneath the rubber. He can taste Claude even through it, though it isn't as pronounced as he'd like and once he gets to the tip, the scent of the other man is heavy in his nostrils, the smell of sex and arousal dominating the air between them. It's good. It could become all-consuming.
Carefully, he tucks his teeth away behind his lips, finds the appropriate angle and opens up wide. The tip slides onto his tongue, then the head forces his jaws open just a bit wider than he'd anticipated and the sensation makes his toes curl, his breath coming out in a low groan as he sinks down further. He takes him in until the tip seems to hit the back of his mouth. Then, he pulls back slowly, saliva gliding down the length and pooling over his knuckles. ]