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Jean Louis Girard ([personal profile] jleng) wrote2018-04-04 05:20 pm
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[ There's movement. The necessary intermediaries. Jean Louis draws back enough to earn himself room to move, to tear open the wrapper, pulling the condom out and discarding the rest. Their gazes meet, then, a vibrant moment of Jean Louis' dark eyes looking into Claude's own, while he takes his time to study his face and the sheer intimacy of it, of being watched so closely is enough to make his cock fucking weep. He breathes in heavily, shakily, deeply, doesn't push forward although he really wants to, instead waiting for Jean Louis to take the lead on this one. As if in reply, Jean Louis' hand trails down over his stomach, down and down and down - and Claude can feel his eyelids falling closed while he shutters around another intake of breath. Oh, shit, it's really happening, this. This is real life. The other man's fingers are warm against his own overheated skin and feel like an explosion of heat, when they wrap around the base of his cock. Claude feels his hips sink forward into the touch lightly, it's not really a thrust, but it's of a similar inclination. He wants more, more. Give him more.

Jean Louis rolls the condom on quickly and efficiently, another intermediary, and Claude waits with tension rising in every muscle. He wants to move, he wants to do, but he's patient, he can let the other man lead them onwards in his own time. As he hears Jean Louis' breath shake, collapse in on itself, though, he can't help it, he edges that last inch closer, pushes further into Jean Louis' grasp and reaches down between them, crossing paths with Jean Louis' arms only briefly while he unwraps his own condom, throws the wrapper aside and slowly, achingly slowly, lets his fingers find the outline of the other man's hard abdomen. His happy trail makes it an easy path to find, if he should for some reason feel uncertain about what direction he's going in at this point, laughable, but still, he follows the trail of hair down, fingers burning from the touch. Claude mutters something indistinct even to his own ears as his fingers finally make contact with the hard, hot shaft of Jean Louis' cock, the weight of it already distinctive against his palm as he moves his hand downward, takes hold around the base. Fuck, so hot, so... Rolling on the condom is an afterthought, something that he just needs to do, because Claude never has unprotected sex. He learned so much from Gilbert and this was one such thing. Never. Never.

The fact that Jean Louis didn't make a fuss of it, like some guys do... Well, maybe reasonable politicians do exist all across the spectrum. Claude tightens his grip just a tiny bit, turns his head and finds the other man's lips again, sucking that lower lip into his mouth, a definite feel of suction. Wetness and warmth. ]