[ Jean Louis watches the entire way - as Claude kisses his way down his front, over his midriff. Further down. Breath catching in his throat, he swallows to clear it, his cock twitching desperately. It doesn't take Claude long at all to get where they both want him to go; it doesn't feel hurried but intentional, just knowing where you want to go and getting there. He likes it. It makes sense. His eyelashes flutter briefly at the feel and visual as Claude starts mouthing against the length of his cock. His lips are so wet, wet and soft, and the closer he gets to the head, the hotter they feel. He spreads his legs a little, just to feel himself balancing against it, with Claude above him and his mouth going up - up... ]
Mm. That's nice.
[ He keeps running his fingers through Claude's curls, his grip tightening a fraction when the other man maps him out with his lips, acting like he's been so hungry for it and still, keeping himself at bay - this is different, though, this is the kind of thing you do when you've got something delicious in front of you and you want to savour it as slowly as you can bear. It's a great look on him if a little... maddening. His breath coming out faster yet, Jean Louis forces himself not to move as Claude begins licking the tip of his cock. The stimulation is crazy, however, pointed and isolated and enough that he wants so badly to squirm that he almost can't stand it. His cock leaks precum beneath Claude's tongue.
Instead, he curls his other hand against the sheet so hard that his lower arm trembles from it, his bad little finger aching enough to provide at least a small contrast. The sting sharpens his focus and he tilts his head a little to the side, watching Claude enjoy himself. His breathing evens out slightly.
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Mm. That's nice.
[ He keeps running his fingers through Claude's curls, his grip tightening a fraction when the other man maps him out with his lips, acting like he's been so hungry for it and still, keeping himself at bay - this is different, though, this is the kind of thing you do when you've got something delicious in front of you and you want to savour it as slowly as you can bear. It's a great look on him if a little... maddening. His breath coming out faster yet, Jean Louis forces himself not to move as Claude begins licking the tip of his cock. The stimulation is crazy, however, pointed and isolated and enough that he wants so badly to squirm that he almost can't stand it. His cock leaks precum beneath Claude's tongue.
Instead, he curls his other hand against the sheet so hard that his lower arm trembles from it, his bad little finger aching enough to provide at least a small contrast. The sting sharpens his focus and he tilts his head a little to the side, watching Claude enjoy himself. His breathing evens out slightly.
Truly a great look on him, yes. ]