[His grip in Claude's hair tightens a notch as he deepens the kiss, shifting closer. He's got one, overruling goal tonight - to take everything he can without losing sight of Claude amidst his own, selfish cravings. Fact is, if he could simply turn him around, open him up and push his cock into his arse, straight to the base, he'd do so. He wants relief and control, though not in equal measures; but he doesn't want to be a bastard about it, not in any shape or form. Breathing quickening, he draws back and looks at Claude, gaze running downwards from the thoroughly obliging expression on his face, over his chest and abdomen and further; the sheets, pooling unevenly over his lap.
Reaching down, he pushes the sheets away. Closes his hand around Claude's hardening cock, long fingers circling its base. Then, he leans back in, grabbing another kiss as he pulls his hand upwards, a slow but firm kind of movement. He's not asking permission or apologising - just making sure that they're both on the same page.]
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Reaching down, he pushes the sheets away. Closes his hand around Claude's hardening cock, long fingers circling its base. Then, he leans back in, grabbing another kiss as he pulls his hand upwards, a slow but firm kind of movement. He's not asking permission or apologising - just making sure that they're both on the same page.]