[Vincent's long fingers close around the base of his (quickly) hardening cock, a jet of pleasure shooting through him as the other man drags his hand upwards, palm sliding over the skin of his shaft, the stimulation unmistakable. Rough, almost. Feeling his muscles tremble as he attempts not to simply thrust forward with his hips into Vincent's grip, Claude reaches up with one hand to spread out his own fingers over the base of Vincent's neck, kind of but not quite latching on to him. Perhaps for dear life. Sex is important like that, after all.]
Fuck, Vincent...
[People who think Vincent is the angry bottom of their relationship obviously haven't had the fortune of experiencing him like this, though Claude is also aware that even if Vincent were to top someone else in this manner, they'd probably not be shown the same courtesy that he is. Right here. Right now.]
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Fuck, Vincent...
[People who think Vincent is the angry bottom of their relationship obviously haven't had the fortune of experiencing him like this, though Claude is also aware that even if Vincent were to top someone else in this manner, they'd probably not be shown the same courtesy that he is. Right here. Right now.]