[ The balance that Jean Louis strikes is oddly comfortable, through and through. He takes charge in a very assertive fashion that one might think fits with the general view of male politicians. Even so, Claude likes it, he likes the feeling of the other man's hand against his upper arm, on his shoulder, he likes how he uses his tongue (definitely orally inclined, the thought makes his breath catch in his throat) and how he tilts his head slightly to the side to avoid a nose collision, all of it holds a great degree of sensuality and Claude finds it attractive, he really does. The old-fashioned romantic feel of it. Responding to the kiss, letting his tongue run up along the underside of Jean Louis', twirling around the tip of it, he finally allows himself to reach out, deciding that if Jean Louis would prefer him not to, maybe they shouldn't be doing this at all and he's sure the man knows how to say stop. So he reaches up with his right hand, lets it run over upper arm and shoulder, follow the line of neck (Jean Louis' is strong), the trail of his jaw to his hair, where he runs his fingers lightly through, mostly to have a feel first - of the texture, the coarseness, the strength. Everything about Jean Louis seems to scream strength.
Strength of character, strength of convictions.
The other comes to a rest on Jean Louis' leg, closer to thigh than knee. He isn't being presumptuous, he doesn't run his hand all the way up, but he lets it grace the transition between the two stages, demure and forward. Drawing back from the kiss, gasping for breath, he meets the other man's eyes. ]
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Strength of character, strength of convictions.
The other comes to a rest on Jean Louis' leg, closer to thigh than knee. He isn't being presumptuous, he doesn't run his hand all the way up, but he lets it grace the transition between the two stages, demure and forward. Drawing back from the kiss, gasping for breath, he meets the other man's eyes. ]