[Vincent sits back, watching Claude position himself on his hands and knees. Carefully, of course, because they aren't seventeen and cracking your back during anal sex just isn't something a guy would be overly proud of. Pouring out a generous amount of lube onto his hand and fingers, he spends the time slicking himself up in long, slow strokes. It takes a few seconds for his mind to settle wholly into sensations - as opposed to the numbness he's been dealing with ever since Jean-Paul decided to break his fucking nose with no warning. At Claude's question, he manages a smile, strained from a mix of arousal and a fresh surge of irritation.]
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Wouldn't offer you anything else.
[Like this, Claude's really very appealing. Massively appealing. With his legs slightly spread, his balls and cock heavy and exposed between his thighs. And his arse; well-shaped and delicious, skin lighter than Vincent's, but not as pale. He tightens his grip on his cock, practically jerking off now, eyes eating Claude up, like a fucking entrée. Reaching out with his free hand, he runs his palm up his thigh, fingers spreading out near his perineum and pressing in, just a slight touch of stimulation.]