optimisticalities: (( études ))
Claude Bérubé ([personal profile] optimisticalities) wrote in [personal profile] jleng 2018-04-18 01:08 pm (UTC)

[ The sensation of losing your footing, of losing your balance, of falling isn't unfamiliar to Claude, Lord knows he's slipped a fair amount of times while dancing, both on and off stage, but slipping while you're well and truly underway sexually is another experience, one he hasn't had before and as he comes tumbling down onto the mattress, Jean Louis landing undoubtedly more gracefully than he himself did, Claude gasps and sucks in a surprised fuck while slowly coming to, now located squarely on the bed that creaks horribly beneath the combined weight of two proportionally-sized men. They're lying next to each other, on their sides, the room between them minimal and Jean Louis' arm still gripping him by the shoulder, adding to the feeling of proximity. Claude glances down, at the way their cocks fill out the middle space well and good and they are really in need of condoms now, because Claude wants to do some genuine touching within the next five minutes. Being confirmed in his suspicion than Jean Louis Girard practices some sort of martial arts only adds to this need.

Even if he hasn't actively sought out sex for the past six - what, eight months, twelve? Shit, has it really been a full year? - he always leaves condoms in his bedside table's drawer, if nothing else, it's a principle. The drawer is located by the headboard behind Jean Louis' back and Claude frowns for a second, before rolling closer to the other man fluidly, avoiding with some luck not to knee him anywhere in the process. They're all aligned. Legs and chests and stomach and cocks. He swallows thickly, follows the outline of Jean Louis' facial features with his gaze for half a second, then leans in and kisses him again, slower to seek entrance this time. It's a matter of concentration. With his right arm he's reaching out, fumbling for the drawer and prying it open by sheer will power. It's easy enough, fishing out two pieces and leaving the drawer open to fend for itself while he returns his attention fully to Jean Louis, angling his head, their noses bumping in the process and it doesn't really matter, it feels good, to run his tongue across Jean Louis' bottom lip again. It's really quite devilishly shaped, huh?

To avoid any unnecessary fumbling, he finds Jean Louis' free hand with his own, lets his fingertips run across his palm lightly before dropping a condom into his open hand. Here, help a guy out, the gesture says. ]

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