Claude watches without any great shame or implication as the other man loosens his tie, the sharp tug of his fingers around the knot, how the soft fabric crumbles a bit between his fingertips. That particular motion has always looked especially sexy to him, not just for what often follows, states of undress and in the wake of nudity, sex, but for its inherent nature. The grip of a hand. Intent. He smiles a bit, looking out the car window again. It isn't raining, but the wind has picked up throughout the evening. At this point, he probably would have been cold in his suit, had he chosen to walk home.
Deciding that the otherwise so very steely Jean Louis Girard might actually be a pretty sensitive individual, he stretches his legs out. There's plenty of room in this big luxury car, isn't there? He could dance Lady of the Camellias in here. ]
It's only a tiny bit smaller than the one I had in Paris, but older - and obviously hasn't been renovated for years, but I make do. [ A slight laugh. ] It's just a starting point, after all.
[ They had talked about starting points in their text exchange. He trusts the other man to catch the reference. Besides being very good-looking, Claude has no illusions that Jean Louis is surface with no depths. Masks aplenty, obviously, but that's another story. Another story entirely. ]
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Claude watches without any great shame or implication as the other man loosens his tie, the sharp tug of his fingers around the knot, how the soft fabric crumbles a bit between his fingertips. That particular motion has always looked especially sexy to him, not just for what often follows, states of undress and in the wake of nudity, sex, but for its inherent nature. The grip of a hand. Intent. He smiles a bit, looking out the car window again. It isn't raining, but the wind has picked up throughout the evening. At this point, he probably would have been cold in his suit, had he chosen to walk home.
Deciding that the otherwise so very steely Jean Louis Girard might actually be a pretty sensitive individual, he stretches his legs out. There's plenty of room in this big luxury car, isn't there? He could dance Lady of the Camellias in here. ]
It's only a tiny bit smaller than the one I had in Paris, but older - and obviously hasn't been renovated for years, but I make do. [ A slight laugh. ] It's just a starting point, after all.
[ They had talked about starting points in their text exchange. He trusts the other man to catch the reference. Besides being very good-looking, Claude has no illusions that Jean Louis is surface with no depths. Masks aplenty, obviously, but that's another story. Another story entirely. ]