[ Concerning both the spoken question and the underlying one - he's got experience enough, he'd say, for the two of them. It's not even a matter of experience, really, experience has become a secondary gain from an inherent necessity. From he was very young taking leadership has simply been a given (if not him, then no one) and fortunately, it comes naturally to him. In bed and out of bed. He joins Claude on the bed, lying down on his side once more, stretching out next to him and entwining their feet. His own are slightly cool from the floorboards and Claude, on the other hand, is warm from the duvet and the bed and from crawling into Jean Louis' space. They go together perfectly like that.
As he lies down on his elbow, their faces are inches away. He runs his fingers across Claude's cheek, jawline. Tilts his head upwards slightly by the chin and kisses him, his breathing slow and even against the other man's lips. He spreads his other hand over the small of Claude's back, brushing over the skin there before pushing his fingers beneath the hem of his briefs and running the full width of his palm down his left buttock. He massages him slowly, fingertips slipping slightly into the cleft of his arse, brushing over his arsehole briefly, feather-light. He's burning hot there, a little damp from sweat, and his cock jerks against his thigh, not just eager but fucking impatient.
He ignores it and slips his tongue past Claude's lips, taking his mouth instead, keeping his hand still against his arse briefly before switching to the other side.
It doesn't bother him, going slow. He's gone at every pace imaginable when it comes to anal sex - both ways, across genders. His first time was early, earlier perhaps than most, and it just means that he knows how it works, how it doesn't work, and that Claude might want to be fucked but perhaps beneath it all, what he wants to be is cherished.
And whilst anal sex can be many things, if it's about the latter there's really only one way to go.
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[ Concerning both the spoken question and the underlying one - he's got experience enough, he'd say, for the two of them. It's not even a matter of experience, really, experience has become a secondary gain from an inherent necessity. From he was very young taking leadership has simply been a given (if not him, then no one) and fortunately, it comes naturally to him. In bed and out of bed. He joins Claude on the bed, lying down on his side once more, stretching out next to him and entwining their feet. His own are slightly cool from the floorboards and Claude, on the other hand, is warm from the duvet and the bed and from crawling into Jean Louis' space. They go together perfectly like that.
As he lies down on his elbow, their faces are inches away. He runs his fingers across Claude's cheek, jawline. Tilts his head upwards slightly by the chin and kisses him, his breathing slow and even against the other man's lips. He spreads his other hand over the small of Claude's back, brushing over the skin there before pushing his fingers beneath the hem of his briefs and running the full width of his palm down his left buttock. He massages him slowly, fingertips slipping slightly into the cleft of his arse, brushing over his arsehole briefly, feather-light. He's burning hot there, a little damp from sweat, and his cock jerks against his thigh, not just eager but fucking impatient.
He ignores it and slips his tongue past Claude's lips, taking his mouth instead, keeping his hand still against his arse briefly before switching to the other side.
It doesn't bother him, going slow. He's gone at every pace imaginable when it comes to anal sex - both ways, across genders. His first time was early, earlier perhaps than most, and it just means that he knows how it works, how it doesn't work, and that Claude might want to be fucked but perhaps beneath it all, what he wants to be is cherished.
And whilst anal sex can be many things, if it's about the latter there's really only one way to go.
With care. ]