[ Jean Louis invades his personal space in a way he'd definitely have found creepy, if he hadn't invited it, but Claude did invite it and as such, it comes as a welcome breath of intimacy. The other man's hand finds its way into his hair, running down the back of his head and his curls, newly-washed, spring to life where Jean Louis' palm runs over them. Claude mumbles something unintelligible in pleasure, in pure enjoyment, though is cut short when Jean Louis speaks, his voice a dark rumble. The words make him feel momentarily light-headed, because these are implications he can definitely linger on and approve of. His eyes follow the drop of Jean Louis' gaze all the way until he's basically staring down into his own lap, still he's quick to look up again, when Jean Louis' fingers tighten in his hair, lightly, without taking liberties, and he leans in for the kiss Claude dared request. Because Jean Louis might be liberal and a politician and everything Claude's ready to revolt against on paper, but he isn't dangerous as far as he can tell and that's... really... all that matters. Their lips meet and it takes only a couple of heated seconds, before Jean Louis' tongue comes out, pressing in between his lips. Claude knows, well, by now that the other man is an expert kisser, giving in to one of his kisses is pretty much foreplay in its own right and it's not a difficult choice to make, this one. Not when the conditions are so obviously in his favor. A light hum and Claude parts his lips, letting Jean Louis' tongue slide inside. There's warmth and there's heat and there's wetness and he has to swallow thickly while he quickly unfolds his legs, stretches them out for balance, leverage, feet planted on the floor.
Besides, if Jean Louis is going to blow him later, he... might as well just spread them now, right? Shit. A groan and he's pushing his tongue up against the underside of the other man's. He tastes like red wine and a faint afterglow of cigarettes which is truly the best kind of second hand smoking you'll ever experience, if you ask him. ]
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Besides, if Jean Louis is going to blow him later, he... might as well just spread them now, right? Shit. A groan and he's pushing his tongue up against the underside of the other man's. He tastes like red wine and a faint afterglow of cigarettes which is truly the best kind of second hand smoking you'll ever experience, if you ask him. ]