[ Before Jean Louis leans in and presses open-mouthed, hard-breathing kisses against his shoulder, Claude catches a great view of chest - a dark spread of hair, the two dark circles forming his nipples, the dark hue to his skin. With Jean Louis, everything is in tones of dusk and darkness and although it's probably symbolic in some way, Claude likes it. He likes the nuances it creates, the depths. Jean Louis might seem very flat and two-dimensional on the surface, but it's all image and self-preservation techniques. Beneath that stone mask, marble, what else, he's all ocean. All-devouring and dangerous, if you're not careful, but also... Claude can tell... quite beautiful.
Taking a deep breath, he cranes his head to one side to give the other man room to touch. His lips are heavenly, to be quite frank, the softness and the roundness and the light addition of spit and breath... Swallowing thickly, Claude reaches up with one hand to run his fingers through Jean Louis' hair, perfectly styled as always and he's definitely going to ruin that now, but he's sure the other man will forgive him. Jean Louis' hands are busy with his belt, opening it quickly and efficiently, the movement of fingers and palm over his lower abdomen making all his muscles tense up in anticipation. Claude breathes in again, breathes out. ]
Here, let me - [ Multitasking quite effortlessly, Claude drops his free hand to the hem of his trousers, hooks his thumb in the fabric and waits for Jean Louis to zip him down before he starts pushing in earnest. ] - help...
[ At the edge of his mind, it occurs to him that in the same way that he has learned to do his movements over when he gets them wrong, hooking up with Jean Louis like this is actually the same thing. He's gotten his entire definition of a relationship wrong, since Rainier fucked it up so badly and this is the healing process, this, no strings attached, just roll with it, feel it, allow yourself... this.
For some reason, the thought only makes him harder. For Jean Louis. Like this. Right now. Licking his lips, he looks down to watch the other man open him up, literally so. ]
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Taking a deep breath, he cranes his head to one side to give the other man room to touch. His lips are heavenly, to be quite frank, the softness and the roundness and the light addition of spit and breath... Swallowing thickly, Claude reaches up with one hand to run his fingers through Jean Louis' hair, perfectly styled as always and he's definitely going to ruin that now, but he's sure the other man will forgive him. Jean Louis' hands are busy with his belt, opening it quickly and efficiently, the movement of fingers and palm over his lower abdomen making all his muscles tense up in anticipation. Claude breathes in again, breathes out. ]
Here, let me - [ Multitasking quite effortlessly, Claude drops his free hand to the hem of his trousers, hooks his thumb in the fabric and waits for Jean Louis to zip him down before he starts pushing in earnest. ] - help...
[ At the edge of his mind, it occurs to him that in the same way that he has learned to do his movements over when he gets them wrong, hooking up with Jean Louis like this is actually the same thing. He's gotten his entire definition of a relationship wrong, since Rainier fucked it up so badly and this is the healing process, this, no strings attached, just roll with it, feel it, allow yourself... this.
For some reason, the thought only makes him harder. For Jean Louis. Like this. Right now. Licking his lips, he looks down to watch the other man open him up, literally so. ]