Straightening, he winces at the pressure of his trousers against his cock. This won’t do. Sure, the door’s only about five feet away and the bed’s probably not much farther. But ugh, no, he’s not gonna stand for it. Giving Claude an even look, he unzips his trousers quickly, dropping them to the floor without further ado. Aah. Relief of some sort, even if his underwear is still very much in the way. It’s better, though. It’s definitely better.
Stepping out of his trousers (and leaving them on the floor, sort of like a tiny trail of destruction), he follows Claude carefully into the bedroom. Despite the darkness, he spots the bed quickly enough, its large, metal frame lit up partially by the light shining in from the hallway. Aside from the bed, the room is sparsely decorated. Something in the corner that looks like a closet, not much else that he can see amidst the shadows. Vincent’s apartment is cluttered in comparison, though his style isn’t exactly one of idle accessories. He can’t help but wonder what this place would look like in daylight, though he knows he might very well never find out. Not like it matters, either. He’d just. Like to know.
Walking to the bed gingerly, he sits down on its edge and looks back at Claude. Not insecure, really, because he never is – rather, leaving the initiative to him now that he’s chosen a different venue entirely for the next chapter. And truth be told... it’s been a while since he’s had sex in a bedroom that isn’t his own.
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Stepping out of his trousers (and leaving them on the floor, sort of like a tiny trail of destruction), he follows Claude carefully into the bedroom. Despite the darkness, he spots the bed quickly enough, its large, metal frame lit up partially by the light shining in from the hallway. Aside from the bed, the room is sparsely decorated. Something in the corner that looks like a closet, not much else that he can see amidst the shadows. Vincent’s apartment is cluttered in comparison, though his style isn’t exactly one of idle accessories. He can’t help but wonder what this place would look like in daylight, though he knows he might very well never find out. Not like it matters, either. He’d just. Like to know.
Walking to the bed gingerly, he sits down on its edge and looks back at Claude. Not insecure, really, because he never is – rather, leaving the initiative to him now that he’s chosen a different venue entirely for the next chapter. And truth be told... it’s been a while since he’s had sex in a bedroom that isn’t his own.