[ Although Claude didn't explicitly ask for permission to touch him, which he'd usually do with everybody else, Jean Louis doesn't tell him off for the ass slap, but rather smiles at him sideways, taking the air gun and weighing it between his hands briefly, the very attractive sight of his fingers curling around something basically phallic-shaped, why the fuck do you think men are obsessed with weapons? Total dick fixation. Claude watches his fingers, his hand, as he raises the weapon and goes for the top row first, left to right. Yes, Claude watches his fingers intently, but then he ends up watching the balloons instead, or rather the pitiful piece of rubber that's left of them, once Jean Louis goes through all 25 in less than ten seconds. His mouth falls open halfway, while he breathes in, one, two, then he manages to close it again with some effort, turning towards Jean Louis, wide-eyed with wonder. ]
Oh my fucking God, what the hell!
[ He laughs, feeling stupidly giddy and shifting from foot to foot, mostly because the boner he's currently nursing is even more epic than the teddy bear that the stall manager wrestles down from the shelf with some grunts and curses, coming over and handing it over the counter, Claude taking it with wide, open arms. The stall manager proceeds to ring a bell, as if to alert the entire area to this big win, several people turning after them, especially a few kids. Ten meters across the muddy pathway, a young North African-looking girl, no more than seven or eight, stares with obvious envy at the pink teddy bear. Claude shifts it to his other arm, turning back towards Jean Louis. ]
Here's the plan. [ He steps closer, they're almost toe to toe. ] You let me take this teddy bear to the girl over there, it'll be good for public relations, in response to which I don't ask you where the fuck your aim got that good. [ A hard swallow and Claude leans in an extra inch, feigning privacy - a privacy they'll never have in a place like this, but it's not like they're exactly planning crime, are they? It's an air gun. Bad guy vibes, not bad guy kill count. ] Then, you take me home and let me suck your cock. Okay?
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Oh my fucking God, what the hell!
[ He laughs, feeling stupidly giddy and shifting from foot to foot, mostly because the boner he's currently nursing is even more epic than the teddy bear that the stall manager wrestles down from the shelf with some grunts and curses, coming over and handing it over the counter, Claude taking it with wide, open arms. The stall manager proceeds to ring a bell, as if to alert the entire area to this big win, several people turning after them, especially a few kids. Ten meters across the muddy pathway, a young North African-looking girl, no more than seven or eight, stares with obvious envy at the pink teddy bear. Claude shifts it to his other arm, turning back towards Jean Louis. ]
Here's the plan. [ He steps closer, they're almost toe to toe. ] You let me take this teddy bear to the girl over there, it'll be good for public relations, in response to which I don't ask you where the fuck your aim got that good. [ A hard swallow and Claude leans in an extra inch, feigning privacy - a privacy they'll never have in a place like this, but it's not like they're exactly planning crime, are they? It's an air gun. Bad guy vibes, not bad guy kill count. ] Then, you take me home and let me suck your cock. Okay?