Claude obliges. As he half-way crawls towards him, Vincent can’t help but notice the remnants of bruising near his knees, dark splotches amidst the shadows crawling all over his skin. During performances, of course everything’s blotted out by golden dust, by the stage lights and the glamour. Suffering little beyond a broken nail now and then, he can’t help but feel all the more impressed. Might have to blame it mostly on his cock, though – it’s absolutely gorgeous, hard and thick and very much… ready. For action. Allowing Claude to urge him closer, his hand in his hair gentle but present, Vincent nuzzles up against his inner thigh, nose and lips gliding over hot, warm skin. The scent of arousal and sweat immediately settles in his nostrils, going straight to his still-flaccid cock and making his lower body feel a lot less numb and tired. Mmm. He’s definitely a lucky man tonight, isn’t he? Even when he sat down in his seat on the first row, he really had no idea how much.
Sliding closer yet and hifting onto his side for a better angle, he bumps his nose lightly against Claude’s cock, just the very tip of it. Pausing, he raises his chin just so, enough for his lips to press in lightly against the bared head in a mimicry of a kiss. It’s a touch, most of all. And he lets it linger as he runs one hand over Claude’s bare thigh, fingers brushing over tight muscles and heated skin before closing around the base of his cock right above the other man's hand. It’s a light grip, borderline experimental. He’s new to this and as such, isn’t it natural enough to take his sweet, sweet time?
Breathing out slowly, he parts his lips and licks a long, wet trail around the glistening head. Claude tastes a lot like heat, musky and heavy on his tongue and it’s a fantastic taste. Nothing like he’d imagined, true, but then – how do you realistically envision the taste of another man in your mouth, of someone’s most intimate secrets? Hand tightening a fraction around the base, he opens his mouth more fully. One slight push forward and he’s easing Claude’s cock onto his tongue, his jaw straining to accommodate its girth. Teeth, he thinks with a sudden abruptness. Blinking, he considers the problem for all of two seconds before coming up with the instinctual solution – covering his teeth with his lips. Ugh, that’s not exactly comfortable but then, neither is a row of teeth scraping over the shaft of your cock. Getting comfortable once more, he takes a second to just breathe, the head of Claude’s cock locked between his lips, his tongue pressed up firmly against its underside.
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Sliding closer yet and hifting onto his side for a better angle, he bumps his nose lightly against Claude’s cock, just the very tip of it. Pausing, he raises his chin just so, enough for his lips to press in lightly against the bared head in a mimicry of a kiss. It’s a touch, most of all. And he lets it linger as he runs one hand over Claude’s bare thigh, fingers brushing over tight muscles and heated skin before closing around the base of his cock right above the other man's hand. It’s a light grip, borderline experimental. He’s new to this and as such, isn’t it natural enough to take his sweet, sweet time?
Breathing out slowly, he parts his lips and licks a long, wet trail around the glistening head. Claude tastes a lot like heat, musky and heavy on his tongue and it’s a fantastic taste. Nothing like he’d imagined, true, but then – how do you realistically envision the taste of another man in your mouth, of someone’s most intimate secrets? Hand tightening a fraction around the base, he opens his mouth more fully. One slight push forward and he’s easing Claude’s cock onto his tongue, his jaw straining to accommodate its girth. Teeth, he thinks with a sudden abruptness. Blinking, he considers the problem for all of two seconds before coming up with the instinctual solution – covering his teeth with his lips. Ugh, that’s not exactly comfortable but then, neither is a row of teeth scraping over the shaft of your cock. Getting comfortable once more, he takes a second to just breathe, the head of Claude’s cock locked between his lips, his tongue pressed up firmly against its underside.