When Vincent takes hold of his cock, fingers wrapping around the base of it, Claude has to support himself against the wall, both hands coming up for balance. It’s not the most comfortable of positions, but who even cares in a situation like this? With the feeling of hot fingers working your cock like a masterpiece. Spreading his legs just a bit more, to gain a better posture, he can’t help thrusting forward slightly – into Vincent’s grip. His hand is so damn warm, the added pressure enough to drive him temporarily around the bend. Despite the voluntary pauses in his sex life, Claude never forgets that this is what a good fuck does to you. Functions as a momentary escape from everything that’s decidedly less important than scratching the itch.
However… Breathing ragged, he looks down at Vincent. On his knees, about to suck his cock – the sight arousing enough that words fail him for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly in the darkness, limiting his vision to the most important details. Like the lack of a condom. They are in serious need of a condom right now and the ones Claude brought with him are in his trousers’ pocket, his trousers pooling around his feet. It’s one of those things Claude insists on, even for blowjobs – and something that has cost him quite a few sexual partners, but when your first serious boyfriend died of AIDS and you have travelled in any given part of Africa, it’s just not a question anymore.
Taking a deep breath, his voice sounding no less horny than he feels, he finally manages: “If you’re going to blow me, you’ll need a condom.” It’s not stated as a request and his body is feeling too heated for his usual politeness to shine through. It’s just a plain demand, but he suspects that Vincent, if anyone, can take it.
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However… Breathing ragged, he looks down at Vincent. On his knees, about to suck his cock – the sight arousing enough that words fail him for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly in the darkness, limiting his vision to the most important details. Like the lack of a condom. They are in serious need of a condom right now and the ones Claude brought with him are in his trousers’ pocket, his trousers pooling around his feet. It’s one of those things Claude insists on, even for blowjobs – and something that has cost him quite a few sexual partners, but when your first serious boyfriend died of AIDS and you have travelled in any given part of Africa, it’s just not a question anymore.
Taking a deep breath, his voice sounding no less horny than he feels, he finally manages: “If you’re going to blow me, you’ll need a condom.” It’s not stated as a request and his body is feeling too heated for his usual politeness to shine through. It’s just a plain demand, but he suspects that Vincent, if anyone, can take it.