[ Claude, as it turns out, isn't very good at being quiet. That's not surprising. Jean Louis smiles thinly, focused as he is on other things, as Claude tells him he's gonna come, fucking hell and I want to come on your cock, just spouting dirty talk like it's his new, favourite kind of proposition. Jean Louis, meanwhile, has to shift again, his movements rougher now as his arousal goes up, his balls aching with tension. Claude's arse is warm and tight around his fingers and he keeps thinking about what he'll be like when he sinks into him for real, the full length of his cock, just buried to the hilt. He groans against Claude's shoulder, fucking into him harder with his fingers, meeting the push of Claude's arse. Keep going like this, there'll be a rhythm and a pace to it and yeah, eventually this will become a finger-fucking session rather than what Claude's actually asking for.
Won't do, of course.
He nods against Claude's shoulder and pulls both fingers out carefully, rubbing the tips over his rim a few times, feeling the muscle twitch in response. Then, he rolls onto his side and twists out of his pajama bottoms, pushing them to the floor with his feet. His cock's hard against his stomach and wet at the tip. Quickly, he unwraps the condom and rolls it on, not too much finesse, before he coats his palm in lube once more and slicks himself up. Turning onto his hip, one hand holding the condom in place, he looks at Claude for a moment before leaning down, kissing a wet trail from the small of his back and up the length of his spine. He follows his own path all the way to Claude's neck and shifts onto his knees, positioning himself above the other man, one leg on either side of his body.
Like that, slowly, he lowers himself until his front is pressed against Claude's back. He takes a firm grip on himself and guides his cock along the crack of Claude's arse, finding his arsehole easily now that he's spent the past minutes fingering it open. He presses the head of his cock against it without pushing in, feeling the rim stretch and give, opening around him. He breathes roughly, his pulse quickening - in a moment, in a moment - ]
Tell me again.
[ And the unspoken echoes underneath: That you want it. What you want. Tell me. Say it out loud. His voice is a hoarse whisper against the side of Claude's head, lips brushing against his ear. ]
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Won't do, of course.
He nods against Claude's shoulder and pulls both fingers out carefully, rubbing the tips over his rim a few times, feeling the muscle twitch in response. Then, he rolls onto his side and twists out of his pajama bottoms, pushing them to the floor with his feet. His cock's hard against his stomach and wet at the tip. Quickly, he unwraps the condom and rolls it on, not too much finesse, before he coats his palm in lube once more and slicks himself up. Turning onto his hip, one hand holding the condom in place, he looks at Claude for a moment before leaning down, kissing a wet trail from the small of his back and up the length of his spine. He follows his own path all the way to Claude's neck and shifts onto his knees, positioning himself above the other man, one leg on either side of his body.
Like that, slowly, he lowers himself until his front is pressed against Claude's back. He takes a firm grip on himself and guides his cock along the crack of Claude's arse, finding his arsehole easily now that he's spent the past minutes fingering it open. He presses the head of his cock against it without pushing in, feeling the rim stretch and give, opening around him. He breathes roughly, his pulse quickening - in a moment, in a moment - ]
Tell me again.
[ And the unspoken echoes underneath: That you want it. What you want. Tell me. Say it out loud. His voice is a hoarse whisper against the side of Claude's head, lips brushing against his ear. ]