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[personal profile] nowheretowns 2023-10-21 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Claude, as it turns out, isn't very good at being quiet. That's not surprising. Jean Louis smiles thinly, focused as he is on other things, as Claude tells him he's gonna come, fucking hell and I want to come on your cock, just spouting dirty talk like it's his new, favourite kind of proposition. Jean Louis, meanwhile, has to shift again, his movements rougher now as his arousal goes up, his balls aching with tension. Claude's arse is warm and tight around his fingers and he keeps thinking about what he'll be like when he sinks into him for real, the full length of his cock, just buried to the hilt. He groans against Claude's shoulder, fucking into him harder with his fingers, meeting the push of Claude's arse. Keep going like this, there'll be a rhythm and a pace to it and yeah, eventually this will become a finger-fucking session rather than what Claude's actually asking for.

Won't do, of course.

He nods against Claude's shoulder and pulls both fingers out carefully, rubbing the tips over his rim a few times, feeling the muscle twitch in response. Then, he rolls onto his side and twists out of his pajama bottoms, pushing them to the floor with his feet. His cock's hard against his stomach and wet at the tip. Quickly, he unwraps the condom and rolls it on, not too much finesse, before he coats his palm in lube once more and slicks himself up. Turning onto his hip, one hand holding the condom in place, he looks at Claude for a moment before leaning down, kissing a wet trail from the small of his back and up the length of his spine. He follows his own path all the way to Claude's neck and shifts onto his knees, positioning himself above the other man, one leg on either side of his body.

Like that, slowly, he lowers himself until his front is pressed against Claude's back. He takes a firm grip on himself and guides his cock along the crack of Claude's arse, finding his arsehole easily now that he's spent the past minutes fingering it open. He presses the head of his cock against it without pushing in, feeling the rim stretch and give, opening around him. He breathes roughly, his pulse quickening - in a moment, in a moment - ]


Tell me again.

[ And the unspoken echoes underneath: That you want it. What you want. Tell me. Say it out loud. His voice is a hoarse whisper against the side of Claude's head, lips brushing against his ear. ]
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[personal profile] nowheretowns 2023-10-21 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shivers against Claude's back, his words making his arousal feel urgent, his body tingling all over. With a low groan, he kisses the side of Claude's neck, right near the nape, and pushes in. The resistance is minimal - Claude wants it, his body is basically wide open, waiting to swallow him up - and as he pushes in all the way to the base, he pauses only a couple of times to let the other man catch up to him, feeling the way his body responds and responding in kind. In that way, sex really is the closest, most instinctual kind of communication that he knows. It feels so self-evident. Eyes falling shut, he rolls his hips slowly, finding his way into the other man's body until he can't go any deeper. The tightness and warmth around his cock is almost impossible - his mind takes a moment to fully comprehend it but once he feels it, he's there. ]

Fuck, you feel -

[ He swallows his next words, everything in his body telling him to move, to get that sense of friction, of thrust. He breathes hard against the side of Claude's neck and pulls out halfway before thrusting back inside. ]

- ah - you feel good. Perfect.

[ He folds his left arm around Claude's front, over chest and collarbones, taking the pressure off his bad shoulder and pulling Claude just a bit upwards, up against his own chest and closer. He's not being harsh about it - after all, the human body isn't a fucking noodle, it doesn't just stretch in any and all directions - but insistent, all the same. Come here, it means. He starts fucking him slowly, keeping the rhythm deep rather than hurried, the bed creaking beneath them. The heat in his belly doubles and he's breathing harshly, working himself in and out, his pace even.

He can feel his own climax building, his balls tight and drawn. Shifting, he angles himself in an approximation of his fingers, earlier, going for Claude's prostate and expecting to get it. As Claude said, he has experience. And experience is only worth as many benefits as it reaps. ]
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[personal profile] nowheretowns 2023-10-21 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Claude moves with him, beneath him and around him. It's all-consuming. Eyes shut and breathing hard, Jean Louis follows his movements and does it again - and again - keeping the angle somewhat consistent while he feels his body building up faster and faster. Claude's holding his own cock, he can sense it from the angle of his shoulder and he's not going to make him let go, he's going to let him take his own pleasure the way he wants - however, the noise he's making in this old house with its tiny rooms is a different story. He likes listening to it. He'd like to touch it even better.

So, as he fucks into Claude, burying deep and pushing them both towards the edge without rushing, just doing what works, he folds his hand sloppily around Claude's mouth and chin, muffling his sounds. He kisses him along the side of his face, his temple and his cheekbone, breathing raggedly. ]


Now, Claude. [ He shifts. Kisses the bridge of Claude's nose. ] Be as loud as you want.

[ He takes a deep breath, angles himself properly and drives into him, hard enough to make the bed shake and the floor whine beneath them. The sudden increase in friction, the power of his thrusts, makes his balls tighten up to the point of pain. He ignores it. It's the edge and they're going over it, not with him dragging Claude like Rainier would have done, he would have pushed him and kicked him towards it and what a boring exercise that must have been. What a boring little man. No, he's not dragging Claude at all, he's running with him and for some reason, the thought of Claude taking his hand and just holding it pops into his mind, front and center; the way he does at seemingly random times throughout the day like it's perfectly normal, like anyone's ever done that before -

He gasps. Buries his head in Claude's shoulder by his neck, open-mouthed, teeth scraping over his shoulder as he spends himself on the next thrust, his climax sweeping over him so violently that he can't breathe for it. ]
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[personal profile] nowheretowns 2023-10-21 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Claude follows him over the edge moments later, his arse clamping down around him, milking his cock for whatever's left and he groans, his shoulders trembling as he makes one, final thrust. Then, pause. Quiet, except for the sounds of their breaths mingling and the echoes of Claude's cry (he'll hear that when he masturbates for the next many, many days to come, that sound, just Claude letting go, allowing himself).

Slowly, carefully, he eases himself out of Claude's body, holding onto the condom with his free hand, the one that's got the imprints of Claude's breath and his cries and his bravery all over it. Rolling it off, tying it and trowing away takes seconds, seconds that he barely even notices - then, his breathing slow and heavy, he lies down next to Claude, up against his side, nudging Claude until he lies on his side with his back to him. Like that, he curls up around him, twists their legs together and pushes his face into his hair. You're precious, says Claude, pretty words that shouldn't mean anything to him. He's been many things in his life to many people; precious isn't one of them.

Invaluable, he says.

He takes a deep breath. Locks his arm around Claude's waist and reaches for the duvet blindly, managing to wrangle it from beneath them to throw it over Claude, first, himself second. He doesn't like to be covered completely when he sleeps, it makes him feel locked down.

Yes, he's been locked down (and thrown away) many times and logically, that's really not what you do to something precious or invaluable but Claude's not the type to lie so maybe he knows something else about the world, the strange world he inhabits. The rules are different there. It takes something he doesn't know about to live in it.

For now, he'll accept that as truth. ]