[If he'd been less... moody, he would have probably apologised - with a smile, naturally, but even so. He recognises the warning in Claude's voice for what it is and takes a moment to breathe, noticing peripherally how his hands are trembling with every intake of air.]
Knees, please.
[Because that's how Claude prefers it and Vincent isn't about to make things terrible for him, just because his own needs weigh heavier on his mind right now. The taste of cock - of sweat and arousal and precome - is still very much present in his mouth; he swallows, unnecessarily, and reaches for the lube in the drawer by the bed. No condoms anymore; Vincent is still getting used to that. Even with a steady partner, he's never made that transition before. Not before now.]
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Knees, please.
[Because that's how Claude prefers it and Vincent isn't about to make things terrible for him, just because his own needs weigh heavier on his mind right now. The taste of cock - of sweat and arousal and precome - is still very much present in his mouth; he swallows, unnecessarily, and reaches for the lube in the drawer by the bed. No condoms anymore; Vincent is still getting used to that. Even with a steady partner, he's never made that transition before. Not before now.]