Claude pulls him down on top of him and it’s the best thing he’s ever experienced (sure to be topped by other things, yes, he’s got no doubts at all), the feel of his hard body stretched out beneath his own. In his dreams, he’s always wanted to… to take charge. Over this – this side of himself and to some extent, the man he’s been admiring from afar for so long, as he’s swept his heart with him both on stage and beyond the closing curtains. It’s an odd thing, realising that at least some aspect of his brain has always known. Despite his trepidation, it’s – he’s - always known.
Letting himself drown in Claude for real, pressing his tongue in between his lips and going with the pace, he takes his time to indulge. There’s no way back – instead, he’s got multiple paths forward, all of them worth exploring. Claude’s mouth is warm and tastes of the night they’ve both enjoyed, the warmth of his body translated effortlessly into the wetness of his mouth. Breathing in deeply, he pulls back just for a second, just to move his arm enough to entwine his fingers in Claude’s hair, once more tightening to a grip. Where as he’s been grasping at empty air all evening, suddenly his hand is full – and isn’t it just a miracle? Definitely feels like it.
Claude slides his hand down his neck and onto his shoulder, the touch making his skin break out in goose bumps despite the heat seemingly burning him up from the inside out. There’s a soft groan right at the back of his throat and he lets it out, shifting slightly on top of the other man. It doesn’t happen on purpose, really – the way he accidentally presses his hips downwards, Claude’s hard cock sliding up against his through the fabric of his breeches. The sensation is – is… Freezing, he draws away from the kiss only by an inch, lips hovering right above Claude’s, close enough to leave their breaths ghosting across each other’s mouths. A different sort of kiss. Then, he presses his hips downwards with a lot more intent, the feeling of Claude’s length rubbing up against his making his body positively ache for more.
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Letting himself drown in Claude for real, pressing his tongue in between his lips and going with the pace, he takes his time to indulge. There’s no way back – instead, he’s got multiple paths forward, all of them worth exploring. Claude’s mouth is warm and tastes of the night they’ve both enjoyed, the warmth of his body translated effortlessly into the wetness of his mouth. Breathing in deeply, he pulls back just for a second, just to move his arm enough to entwine his fingers in Claude’s hair, once more tightening to a grip. Where as he’s been grasping at empty air all evening, suddenly his hand is full – and isn’t it just a miracle? Definitely feels like it.
Claude slides his hand down his neck and onto his shoulder, the touch making his skin break out in goose bumps despite the heat seemingly burning him up from the inside out. There’s a soft groan right at the back of his throat and he lets it out, shifting slightly on top of the other man. It doesn’t happen on purpose, really – the way he accidentally presses his hips downwards, Claude’s hard cock sliding up against his through the fabric of his breeches. The sensation is – is… Freezing, he draws away from the kiss only by an inch, lips hovering right above Claude’s, close enough to leave their breaths ghosting across each other’s mouths. A different sort of kiss. Then, he presses his hips downwards with a lot more intent, the feeling of Claude’s length rubbing up against his making his body positively ache for more.