[ Jean Louis relocates himself to the floor in a flurry of lingering palm against Claude's naked thighs, his naked shins, his naked feet and he's being rather elegant about it, too. Hearing himself breathe out in a huff of laughter at the other man's comment, Claude helps with pulling his feet out of the jeans as he best can, though Jean Louis is really doing most of the work, here. Claude won't be rude and take credit for something he's pretty much just leaning back and enjoying, his hard-on definitely getting more pronounced at the sight of Jean Louis on his knees between his legs. Shit, how many people even get to see that? Marcel, obviously, but besides his life partner, Claude has a lingering suspicion than Jean Louis Girard in general isn't the blowjob giving type. Maybe he likes to eat pussy, who knows, it's just a thought, but Claude nurses a pretty good perceptiveness around other people, it's something that he prides himself of. Not that it matters. Not that it matters at all. Right now, the country's Foreign Minister is just sitting there on his knees before him and no biggie, right? No fucking biggie.
If Claude weren't so used to performing, he might get a bit of stage fright right about now.
Shifting a bit on his bum, he pushes his pelvis upwards, showing himself off well and good. At this point, he's horny enough that he wouldn't mind embarrassing himself a little to get Jean Louis to move closer, to suck it up, but he doesn't, of course. Instead he settles down against the couch after a moment, finding a more comfortable position against the bared wall. He's not a masochist - or well, perhaps he is, a little, aren't all ballet dancers? - but there's something to the way the bricks eat into the skin on his back in contrast to the burning heat between his legs... It's good. It works. And Jean Louis, bare-chested, out of breath and slightly disheveled, is undoubtedly adding to it as well. ]
Just for you, Jean Louis.
[ A smile that reaches his eyes. There are a lot of things he's doing for Jean Louis alone as it is, putting on a pair of pants is really the least of it. If he can live with being the booty call, if he can live with being the other (wo)man, if he can live with the secrecy and the long periods of almost complete silence, he can definitely roll on these jeans again some day. Just for Jean Louis Girard.
It doesn't seem too bad, if he's honest. He likes it. How it doesn't demand anything of him, how Jean Louis doesn't... The smile dampens a little and he shifts again, more uneasily this time. ]
You're not done helping me out, are you? I could need a hand.
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If Claude weren't so used to performing, he might get a bit of stage fright right about now.
Shifting a bit on his bum, he pushes his pelvis upwards, showing himself off well and good. At this point, he's horny enough that he wouldn't mind embarrassing himself a little to get Jean Louis to move closer, to suck it up, but he doesn't, of course. Instead he settles down against the couch after a moment, finding a more comfortable position against the bared wall. He's not a masochist - or well, perhaps he is, a little, aren't all ballet dancers? - but there's something to the way the bricks eat into the skin on his back in contrast to the burning heat between his legs... It's good. It works. And Jean Louis, bare-chested, out of breath and slightly disheveled, is undoubtedly adding to it as well. ]
Just for you, Jean Louis.
[ A smile that reaches his eyes. There are a lot of things he's doing for Jean Louis alone as it is, putting on a pair of pants is really the least of it. If he can live with being the booty call, if he can live with being the other (wo)man, if he can live with the secrecy and the long periods of almost complete silence, he can definitely roll on these jeans again some day. Just for Jean Louis Girard.
It doesn't seem too bad, if he's honest. He likes it. How it doesn't demand anything of him, how Jean Louis doesn't... The smile dampens a little and he shifts again, more uneasily this time. ]
You're not done helping me out, are you? I could need a hand.