[ He's such a grateful man, is Claude. Not just sexually, though he isn't a hard or difficult man to please by any means - but personally, rather. As if at his very core, he expects to be treated a lot worse than someone with his pleasant demeanor should. Sadly, the rules of the world are simple; you get what you take and if you're too nice to take anything, someone else will do it for you. Jean Louis knows the background details concerning Claude's life, back in France. He knows why Claude's so glad to feel gifted. To have someone insist upon it, too. You are worth this much.
He'd say it was a weakness but Claude's hardly weak at all. He's been preyed upon, yes - the rule of the game. Humans fight to stay at the top of the food chain and sometimes, they fail. That's just how it goes.
Breaking away from the kiss, he takes a second to catch his breath. He presses his knee up against the gradually-growing bulge in Claude's jeans again, a shorter stroke this time, before shifting away. He doesn't disturb Claude's hands against his shoulders, leaving him to hold on as he so pleases. Freeing his hand from his hair, the warmth of it still lingering on his fingertips, he runs his palms down Claude's front, feeling the contours of hard muscle underneath clearly. Rock-hard, this man, beneath his soft exterior and really, what sort of idiot could get this so wrong? He may have fled like a rabbit but come now - he could bite if he wanted to, he just doesn't, and that's the crux of it, isn't it? ]
Take it off.
[ His voice sounds rough around the edges already. Shifting back enough to leave the other man room to act, he feels his eyes narrow further at the sight of him, sitting propped up against the wall, spread-legged and looking more than ready to be debauched. He's a predator too, Jean Louis, and he feels it clearly around Claude when they're in bed together. It's power, his alone, quivering between them, undisclosed. He doesn't have to use it - really, what a fucking failure that would be - it's enough to know. That if he wanted to, he could force the rabbit to become a wolf and leave him snarling amongst the shadows again. And just like Claude, he doesn't. ]
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He'd say it was a weakness but Claude's hardly weak at all. He's been preyed upon, yes - the rule of the game. Humans fight to stay at the top of the food chain and sometimes, they fail. That's just how it goes.
Breaking away from the kiss, he takes a second to catch his breath. He presses his knee up against the gradually-growing bulge in Claude's jeans again, a shorter stroke this time, before shifting away. He doesn't disturb Claude's hands against his shoulders, leaving him to hold on as he so pleases. Freeing his hand from his hair, the warmth of it still lingering on his fingertips, he runs his palms down Claude's front, feeling the contours of hard muscle underneath clearly. Rock-hard, this man, beneath his soft exterior and really, what sort of idiot could get this so wrong? He may have fled like a rabbit but come now - he could bite if he wanted to, he just doesn't, and that's the crux of it, isn't it? ]
Take it off.
[ His voice sounds rough around the edges already. Shifting back enough to leave the other man room to act, he feels his eyes narrow further at the sight of him, sitting propped up against the wall, spread-legged and looking more than ready to be debauched. He's a predator too, Jean Louis, and he feels it clearly around Claude when they're in bed together. It's power, his alone, quivering between them, undisclosed. He doesn't have to use it - really, what a fucking failure that would be - it's enough to know. That if he wanted to, he could force the rabbit to become a wolf and leave him snarling amongst the shadows again. And just like Claude, he doesn't. ]