[ He's amazing, Claude thinks. Jean Louis is so intense, being touched by him reduces everything else, it's like there are only the two of them, the world has ceased to matter, the living room with all the designer stuff and hostess gifs for his mom, the steaming bathroom, even the spray that's getting into his eyes and his nostrils, wetting his every breath, his panting sounding louder somehow. It's all coming together, the other man's hand rubbing over their cock heads, the sensitive places along their shafts. He presses his head back against the wall, tilting his chin back and closing his eyes, groaning loudly as his hips work into the friction, the slide, the tight circle of his fingers. Claude wants to tell him something meaningful, but the only words he really manages are vague fuck, Jean Louis, fucking hell - when the other man comes with a moan, banging his head into the wall in the process and automatically, Claude's hand in his hair slips around to his temple, fingers folding over his forehead, pushing his bangs out of his eyes softly, softly, again, again.
And then, he continues, he picks up even, tightening his hold and tells Claude to come, come on, come on and Claude's answer is a whimper, his thigh muscles tightening and his crotch pulsing from heat when he comes half a moment later, gasping loudly and getting just half a sentence out, starting with the other man's name, then simply - ]
I -
[ A hard moan, and he's spending himself all into Jean Louis' grip, into the quickly washed-away remnants of the other man's climax, feeling the faint throbbing of his cock, the harder throbbing of his own and he's blinking against the faint light from the window, he's staring into a wall of water, mouth open and chest heaving. He keeps stroking the other man's head. Softly, softly.
What was he gonna say? I'm coming? He doesn't normally announce himself. I love you? More like it and much, much more vulnerable. Much, much too soon. Orgasms are never the time.
Opening his eyes, he blinks the water out of them, slumping slightly, trying to gather himself. ]
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And then, he continues, he picks up even, tightening his hold and tells Claude to come, come on, come on and Claude's answer is a whimper, his thigh muscles tightening and his crotch pulsing from heat when he comes half a moment later, gasping loudly and getting just half a sentence out, starting with the other man's name, then simply - ]
I -
[ A hard moan, and he's spending himself all into Jean Louis' grip, into the quickly washed-away remnants of the other man's climax, feeling the faint throbbing of his cock, the harder throbbing of his own and he's blinking against the faint light from the window, he's staring into a wall of water, mouth open and chest heaving. He keeps stroking the other man's head. Softly, softly.
What was he gonna say? I'm coming? He doesn't normally announce himself. I love you? More like it and much, much more vulnerable. Much, much too soon. Orgasms are never the time.
Opening his eyes, he blinks the water out of them, slumping slightly, trying to gather himself. ]