[ Jean Louis' fingers slip out carefully, just rubbing over his rim as they go and leaving Claude's asshole gaping wide, leaving him feeling open and exposed and there for the taking, and he fucking loves that feeling, he loves giving himself over - when it's Jean Louis, when it's that man, it's fine, he doesn't mind it. He wants it, he wants it so bad.
Making an dissatisfied sound as the other man's fingers finally slip out completely, shifting and holding himself off, Claude eases up on his knees a bit more as Jean Louis goes about the practicalities, condom, lube, making everything ready for easy interlocking, right, if you wanna be really grossly mechanical about it. He wants Jean Louis all the way inside, he wants to feel the full length of him, hard and throbbing, inside his ass, he wants him to sit there a long moment, filling him out, and then Claude wants him to fuck him until everything that cracked before is filled, too. It's actually a pretty easy thing. You'd think. But it's taken so long to get here. And so many people, it's taken as well.
When Jean Louis is ready, he doesn't speed up, he doesn't force himself, instead kissing a wet trail up Claude's spine, making everything tingle, his asshole contracting a few times at the feeling. Once he gets as far as Claude's nape, the low dip of his neck there, he positions himself over him, making Claude's balls draw up almost painfully and he tightens his grip on himself, face still pressed into the mattress and it's good like this, it's close, it's safe. He is panting hard, feeling the other man trace his cock over his gaping asshole, thinking it'll fit, that they can fit like that.
Leaning in over him, so he's got his whole weight in over his backside and it's almost overwhelming, there's a brief moment where he remembers the dining room table and Rainier, breathing heavily against him, but then it's gone, like it's been magically disspelled and there's only Jean Louis' voice, tell me again, and the hoarse whisper of his exhalations against the side of Claude's face. He whimpers, literally whimpers, shifting, shifting, pushing back, desperate for it. ]
I want to feel your cock, I want you to make me come from it.
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Making an dissatisfied sound as the other man's fingers finally slip out completely, shifting and holding himself off, Claude eases up on his knees a bit more as Jean Louis goes about the practicalities, condom, lube, making everything ready for easy interlocking, right, if you wanna be really grossly mechanical about it. He wants Jean Louis all the way inside, he wants to feel the full length of him, hard and throbbing, inside his ass, he wants him to sit there a long moment, filling him out, and then Claude wants him to fuck him until everything that cracked before is filled, too. It's actually a pretty easy thing. You'd think. But it's taken so long to get here. And so many people, it's taken as well.
When Jean Louis is ready, he doesn't speed up, he doesn't force himself, instead kissing a wet trail up Claude's spine, making everything tingle, his asshole contracting a few times at the feeling. Once he gets as far as Claude's nape, the low dip of his neck there, he positions himself over him, making Claude's balls draw up almost painfully and he tightens his grip on himself, face still pressed into the mattress and it's good like this, it's close, it's safe. He is panting hard, feeling the other man trace his cock over his gaping asshole, thinking it'll fit, that they can fit like that.
Leaning in over him, so he's got his whole weight in over his backside and it's almost overwhelming, there's a brief moment where he remembers the dining room table and Rainier, breathing heavily against him, but then it's gone, like it's been magically disspelled and there's only Jean Louis' voice, tell me again, and the hoarse whisper of his exhalations against the side of Claude's face. He whimpers, literally whimpers, shifting, shifting, pushing back, desperate for it. ]
I want to feel your cock, I want you to make me come from it.