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Claude Bérubé. ([personal profile] sociopolitically) wrote 2023-10-21 10:23 am (UTC)

[ It dawns on him, as Jean Louis gets up to get the lube and condoms, that he hasn't actively done anal, except some assplay during masturbation every now and then, in about seven years. He's practically an anal virgin again, huh. Something about the thought excites him, something about starting over fresh with Jean Louis makes his cock harden the rest of the way when the other man tells him to roll over and Claude does, absent-mindedly thinking he wouldn't have minded it face to face, but this is easier, less contortion, less stretch. Jean Louis wants to start out soft with him.

It makes his breath catch in his throat, not like a surprise, but like a gift, regardless. He thinks he knows the other man well enough at this point, this is what he'd have expected, if Claude expected anything of individuals. He saves his expectations for the systems, the structures, the intricate patterns that make the world go around the way it does, the non-satisfactory way it insists on.

The mental image of Jean Louis, standing there, looking at him, is practically making his balls tighten and he shifts slightly to make more room for his cock, feeling throbbing and hot against his belly at this point. The last time anyone took him anally, he was 18 and his mom had contacted Rainier without his knowledge, threatening him with police and Rainier hadn't said anything about it either when they met for their usual Wednesday fuck at his teacher's house, just pushed him over the dining room table, flipped him around and fucked him hard, trousers around his ankles. Only afterwards, he'd said: I was certain you were too old to run to Maman, Claude. Disappointing.

When he'd gotten home, his ass smarting and his gait a little stiff, his mom had freaked on him for two consecutive hours.

It had been the last time. And the last day of their relationship.

Like this is the first time and maybe, in a way, the first day. He folds his arms beneath his head, turning his face to the side to glance over at Jean Louis, waiting for him to join him on the bed again. He's too far away, like this, even as he steps up to the side of the bed. Too much distance. When Claude wants close and closer and in. ]


Got experience in ordering people around, don't you?

[ It's said with a smile, content. It also just means, got experience? In all of it, making people roll over and fucking them. ]

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