The sudden change – from bodily and physical distance to contact - makes his spine tingle, mouth opening to meet Claude’s kiss. He responds with his tongue just as hot fingers close around his cock, pleasure exploding through his lower body. He gasps, momentarily forgetting how to make his tongue continue the kiss, his mind more or less settling in for the ride south of his stomach. He manages to raise a hand and pull away his briefs as much as possible, easing Claude’s access to his cock; they’re going for easing the pressure here, after all, not for making things… harder.

He breaks away from the kiss, his breathing quickening from a blend of impatience and anticipation. Oh, and arousal. A very poignant sort of arousal. He reaches up, fingers coiling in Claude’s hair again, though this time the grip is anything but shallow or light; rather, he’s on the verge of pulling at it. Wanting more, preferably as fast as possible. He doesn’t give a shit about dignity, he just wants release.

"Come on," he says, voice raspy and breathless. "Fuck, come on, don't you fucking make me wait..."