[ The moment he might have feared, if he wasn't so busy being swallowed up by arousal, is the moment when Jean Louis pushes in, past his rim and slowly, slowly seating himself in his body, inch by inch by fucking inch and his cock feels like a fucking baseball bat, doesn't it? He feels like something massive and all-encompassing that is overtaking his body from within and Claude loves it, he sinks into the feeling of not being empty any longer, not being alone. He's not alone in this, there's physical proof, physical fullness to prove he isn't. Jean Louis pushes in, drawing back, making Claude whine slightly and instinctually tighten around him, to keep him there, but of course he pull out and of course, he pushes in again and Claude follows the rhythm of it. The slow pace, the carefulness. He's very grateful, really. He is.
He's also just very fucking horny.
When Jean Louis folds his arm around his chest and heaves him up, it takes all Claude's fucking willpower not to come on the spot, his fingers tightening around his hard, throbbing cock, holding himself back, forcing himself to hold, stay, come here, Jean Louis says to finish it all off and he supports himself on his other arm, elbow digging into the mattress and his whole back arching sharply, feeling every thrust of Jean Louis' hips into the bones of him.
The pace is even and unhurried and Claude basically wants to scream, moaning loudly at this point when Jean Louis aims for his prostate and gets it just right, his cock spurting precum between his fingers. He's panting harshly, not even trying to keep quiet anymore, the bed creaking in time with their movements and his body feeling overheated, throbbing, head to toe. His thigh muscles jerk, almost making him collapse in on himself as Jean Louis hits his prostate. His asshole tightens up harshly, too. ]
Fuck, fuck, do it again, harder... [ A hoarse whimper, his shoulders rolling as he pushes back against the other man's cock, more or less forcing him back inside, over that spot, come here, all right. ] Jean Louis, you feel so fucking hard --
[ Although there are still faint tears streaks on his cheeks, they don't mean anything now, they don't even register. Claude is frowning harshly, eyes closed, his face contorted in pleasure, lips parted, panting, panting hard. ]
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He's also just very fucking horny.
When Jean Louis folds his arm around his chest and heaves him up, it takes all Claude's fucking willpower not to come on the spot, his fingers tightening around his hard, throbbing cock, holding himself back, forcing himself to hold, stay, come here, Jean Louis says to finish it all off and he supports himself on his other arm, elbow digging into the mattress and his whole back arching sharply, feeling every thrust of Jean Louis' hips into the bones of him.
The pace is even and unhurried and Claude basically wants to scream, moaning loudly at this point when Jean Louis aims for his prostate and gets it just right, his cock spurting precum between his fingers. He's panting harshly, not even trying to keep quiet anymore, the bed creaking in time with their movements and his body feeling overheated, throbbing, head to toe. His thigh muscles jerk, almost making him collapse in on himself as Jean Louis hits his prostate. His asshole tightens up harshly, too. ]
Fuck, fuck, do it again, harder... [ A hoarse whimper, his shoulders rolling as he pushes back against the other man's cock, more or less forcing him back inside, over that spot, come here, all right. ] Jean Louis, you feel so fucking hard --
[ Although there are still faint tears streaks on his cheeks, they don't mean anything now, they don't even register. Claude is frowning harshly, eyes closed, his face contorted in pleasure, lips parted, panting, panting hard. ]