[ There's a moment of complete calm between them in which Jean Louis positions himself as he likes, one leg coming to a rest between Claude's two and the other running in parallels next to Claude's thigh. During this pause, Claude can feel Jean Louis' breath in his mouth, a heavy exhalation that comes with the evident taste of smoke and a sharper hint of toothpaste, grapes and more wine. It's intoxicating. It's masculine and it's personal and Claude is halfway gasping in response. Jean Louis' taste is so specific to him that although Claude remembers having kissed both Gilbert and Rainier after having drunk wine, the here and now differs. Down to the way his mind catches up with the memories, his two former boyfriends slipping into the shadows in the background, becoming unimportant for the time being. Besides, Jean Louis is never more sexy than when he gets all assertive and takes charge. Dominance, in its lighter forms, has always attracted Claude, hell, he wouldn't be a ballet dancer, if he didn't like being told what to do, how to do it, for how long, how far...
Then, Jean Louis presses his knee carefully up against Claude's crotch, but still with enough pressure that it registers, that he can feel it. How his cock is getting rubbed through the tight fabric of his jeans. Breaking away from the kiss, Claude is definitely gasping now, open-mouthed and panting loudly. His hands come up to balance himself against Jean Louis' shoulders, fingers spreading out over his shoulder blades and upper back. The fabric of his long-sleeved t-shirt only emphasizes the heat of his body.
He isn't eighteen anymore, is Claude, the motion itself isn't enough to give him a hard-on, but the atmosphere of it, of how Jean Louis is determined to make him feel something, something good, something that he can enjoy definitely adds to the motion in itself and Claude can tell he's getting decently half-hard just through the first stroke of touch. With Jean Louis, it doesn't surprise him. Isn't he a man who causes strong, strong reactions in people? Shouldn't he be?
So shouldn't Claude react accordingly? His body certainly agrees with the idea. ]
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Then, Jean Louis presses his knee carefully up against Claude's crotch, but still with enough pressure that it registers, that he can feel it. How his cock is getting rubbed through the tight fabric of his jeans. Breaking away from the kiss, Claude is definitely gasping now, open-mouthed and panting loudly. His hands come up to balance himself against Jean Louis' shoulders, fingers spreading out over his shoulder blades and upper back. The fabric of his long-sleeved t-shirt only emphasizes the heat of his body.
He isn't eighteen anymore, is Claude, the motion itself isn't enough to give him a hard-on, but the atmosphere of it, of how Jean Louis is determined to make him feel something, something good, something that he can enjoy definitely adds to the motion in itself and Claude can tell he's getting decently half-hard just through the first stroke of touch. With Jean Louis, it doesn't surprise him. Isn't he a man who causes strong, strong reactions in people? Shouldn't he be?
So shouldn't Claude react accordingly? His body certainly agrees with the idea. ]