[ Claude pulls back only briefly but the small pause, that sudden absence of touch, makes him shudder involuntarily. It's not just need at this point, the heat in his belly - it's urge, harsh and rather unforgiving, and his hand tightens in the sheets again, harder yet, in lieu of tightening in Claude's hair. He watches as the other man catches his gaze deliberately, his own narrowing to slits as Claude leans in and opens his mouth, wide, oh, and he looks so wet like this, his mouth is all pink and glistening - ]
Ah! [ And hoarser: ] Fuck.
[ His thigh muscles tense up beneath Claude's hand, the way he strokes his skin oddly soothing, like there's anything to soothe right now, what a ridiculous thought - but he likes it, regardless. Some odd, hidden and unknowable part of him likes it. The fact that he's even noticing speaks volumes, considering the fact that Claude's taking him into his mouth. Breathing roughly, shifting just enough on his buttocks to re-direct some of the tension building up within him at the feel of it, he stares at Claude's mouth, at the round 'o' of his lips, and his cock lodged between them. It's a tight fit. Snug.
Fuck, this is how any man would want to die.
The other man takes him in all the way to the back of his mouth and though he could easily push in the rest of the way, force his way down, he stays perfectly still, simply letting Claude set the pace, saliva running down the length of his shaft and pooling over his balls. When he starts jerking him off, though, he can't quite hold back - neither the moan from deep within his throat or the slight, slight thrust of his hips upwards. Luckily, Claude's begun to draw back at this point and he only ends up thrusting along his tongue, briefly, before he stops himself.
Then, Claude sinks back down.
He realises only then that he's actively gripping Claude's hair now between his fingers, hard enough to pull. He relaxes his grip quickly, his mind somehow anchoring itself to the feel of Claude's hand against his thigh, the gentle patterns of his fingers. Breathe. He does so, slowly, and as he exhales, the pleasure seemingly doubles. Fuck. Fuck, that's crazy. Claude's mouth is so warm and tight and he feels like he's melting into him, mind and essence and whatever's left after that.
Nothing. There's nothing left he won't want to put into him. ]
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Ah! [ And hoarser: ] Fuck.
[ His thigh muscles tense up beneath Claude's hand, the way he strokes his skin oddly soothing, like there's anything to soothe right now, what a ridiculous thought - but he likes it, regardless. Some odd, hidden and unknowable part of him likes it. The fact that he's even noticing speaks volumes, considering the fact that Claude's taking him into his mouth. Breathing roughly, shifting just enough on his buttocks to re-direct some of the tension building up within him at the feel of it, he stares at Claude's mouth, at the round 'o' of his lips, and his cock lodged between them. It's a tight fit. Snug.
Fuck, this is how any man would want to die.
The other man takes him in all the way to the back of his mouth and though he could easily push in the rest of the way, force his way down, he stays perfectly still, simply letting Claude set the pace, saliva running down the length of his shaft and pooling over his balls. When he starts jerking him off, though, he can't quite hold back - neither the moan from deep within his throat or the slight, slight thrust of his hips upwards. Luckily, Claude's begun to draw back at this point and he only ends up thrusting along his tongue, briefly, before he stops himself.
Then, Claude sinks back down.
He realises only then that he's actively gripping Claude's hair now between his fingers, hard enough to pull. He relaxes his grip quickly, his mind somehow anchoring itself to the feel of Claude's hand against his thigh, the gentle patterns of his fingers. Breathe. He does so, slowly, and as he exhales, the pleasure seemingly doubles. Fuck. Fuck, that's crazy. Claude's mouth is so warm and tight and he feels like he's melting into him, mind and essence and whatever's left after that.
Nothing. There's nothing left he won't want to put into him. ]