[ He can feel Claude looking down at him, there's something about having eyes on you that's impossible to ignore when you make your living by being seen, heard and opposed. Before that, there were other reasons to pay attention. Jean Louis doesn't look back at him, letting him have whatever contemplations he might have to himself until he chooses to share them, if he ever does. In all cases, it's very doubtful he'll ever tell Claude the truth - after all, it's physical evidence of ties to a very different reality, ties that are lucrative but ultimately... unacceptable. Not to him, obviously, but they walk different worlds in that respect, him and Claude. And in certain places, there will be barriers.
Claude's hips buck, his cock pushing up against the roof of Jean Louis' mouth and he can sense the impatience running through the other man's muscles, straining beneath his hand, straining to go. Yes. What matters now is what they know, now. He strokes Claude's hip, his fingers slipping down to the soft skin of his upper thigh.
Then, slowly, he looks up at him. Catches the fight in his gaze, his willingness to follow along even when all his instincts are telling him that he wants to fly, now. It'll be a shame, really, to keep anchoring him. Eyebrows lifting minimally, he folds his palm over Claude's lower abdomen, not holding him down as much as supporting him, takes a deep breath and relaxes his throat. He's good at it - has been, for several years.
Eyes falling shut once more, he frowns slightly in concentration, keeps a hold on the condom with his other hand and lowers himself over Claude's cock, angling the other man and shifting himself to accommodate the stretch that follows once the head starts pressing against the small opening to his throat. He lets it. Uses his weight to sink down, down, and the head feels enormous, like something that couldn't possibly fit within him. It's a lie, like many other perceived limitations in life - relaxed, still, and unafraid he feels it pop, slipping into his throat and stopping the flow of air to his lungs.
When he pulls back this time, it feels like there's a giant hole left there, something that needs filling out as fast as possible. So he lets Claude slip out about halfway before he takes him back down, just as far. He can feel tears pressing at the corners of his eyes which is fine. Let his body give.
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Claude's hips buck, his cock pushing up against the roof of Jean Louis' mouth and he can sense the impatience running through the other man's muscles, straining beneath his hand, straining to go. Yes. What matters now is what they know, now. He strokes Claude's hip, his fingers slipping down to the soft skin of his upper thigh.
Then, slowly, he looks up at him. Catches the fight in his gaze, his willingness to follow along even when all his instincts are telling him that he wants to fly, now. It'll be a shame, really, to keep anchoring him. Eyebrows lifting minimally, he folds his palm over Claude's lower abdomen, not holding him down as much as supporting him, takes a deep breath and relaxes his throat. He's good at it - has been, for several years.
Eyes falling shut once more, he frowns slightly in concentration, keeps a hold on the condom with his other hand and lowers himself over Claude's cock, angling the other man and shifting himself to accommodate the stretch that follows once the head starts pressing against the small opening to his throat. He lets it. Uses his weight to sink down, down, and the head feels enormous, like something that couldn't possibly fit within him. It's a lie, like many other perceived limitations in life - relaxed, still, and unafraid he feels it pop, slipping into his throat and stopping the flow of air to his lungs.
When he pulls back this time, it feels like there's a giant hole left there, something that needs filling out as fast as possible. So he lets Claude slip out about halfway before he takes him back down, just as far. He can feel tears pressing at the corners of his eyes which is fine. Let his body give.
So Claude can have what he's offered. ]