Claude Bérubé (
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(( LOG : the wall has fallen ))
[Characters:] Vincent & Claude
[Date:] 03.06.2010
[Summary:] You don't get closer than this. Not to anyone. Not to yourself.
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[Claude is sitting up in bed, popped up against the headboard with a (still unpublished) book in his lap - a poetry collection that Didier has sent his way for a friendly review before it hits the streets. He reads over the various contributions with a slight frown on his face, concentration drowning out all other thoughts than those concerning the poetic composition of a French-Senegalese vocabulary.
He saw his doctor yesterday, though, did Claude - to hear the results of the various tests and blood work he's had done over the past couple of weeks. All clean, of course. Not that he'd expected anything but, but even so. Some things aren't worth throwing caution to the winds for and STDs definitely count amongst them.
Besides, if he's (they're) going to start practicing unprotected sex... It better not be on Vincent's account.]
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Pausing by the bed, he looks Claude over for a moment. Trying to imagine what it'll be like, finally to... well. He's never had any problems using a condom, reduced sensations or not. Actually, he's never done anything (or anyone) without it. It's going to be like a whole new fucking world.]
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Coming to bed?
[The cats are shut into the living room, with their cat tree and their established sleeping patterns. He doesn't imagine it's like having children, but even with cats being just cats, it leaves the two of them alone, Vincent and him. Finally.]
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Sure.
[Normally, he'd pop up a pillow and sit back with a book of his own - God knows he's got enough new literature on his to-do list to last a life time. His field moves fast; academia in a nutshell. Tonight, however, he chooses to simply lie down on his side, balancing the weight of his upper-body on his elbow as he looks at Claude. Who's busy not looking at him, preferring instead some book that no one cares about. He'll fix that in a second.]
Tests came back negative.
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I'm glad.
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Bet I can make you really happy about it, yeah.
[He shifts closer, sheets rustling beneath him and his duvet slipping down to his thighs. Nothing too revealing about it, yet - there's definitely arousal building in his groin, however, and the rest is mostly just a matter of age. All in good time.]
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[It's said with something like a smile, Claude's eyes running down Vincent's body as more and more of it is slowly revealed by the duvet slipping down to his thighs. His cock is only just beginning to harden, none of the one-second-to-the-next hard-ons that they experienced as teenagers and young(er) men. Claude can feel his own body responding, arousal pooling like a burning heat in the pit of his stomach and, even more pronounced, as a tightness in his balls.
Gaze crawling back up Vincent's stomach and chest, to his face, to meet his eyes, Claude cocks his head. There's an unspoken "go on" to be located somewhere in his expression, but he doesn't say the words. Instead letting Vincent take it at his own pace. Usually it's a good one.]
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Hand pausing, fingers curling lightly in the fabric, he deepens the kiss and lets the moment linger. After all, there's no need to rush. They have all night.]
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Slowly, Claude reaches up one hand and spreads his fingers out over the back of Vincent's neck, the touch turning into a firmer grip almost immediately. Keeping him in place while he takes his time to explore. While they both do. His cock is definitely hardening more rapidly now. Definitely.]
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He'd planned on breaking the kiss, really, but with Claude holding on like this, he's just. Going to stay right here, the heat of his mouth and the hard muscle of his tongue making him feel lightheaded. Mm. Doesn't mean he can't proceed, though. With his hand. Pushing the duvet away, he runs his palm down Claude's cock, from base to head. His fingers are still cool and consequently, the contrast is... noticeable.]
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Drawing back, he looks down Claude's body, eyes eating up every detail without actually lingering; his chest, his nipples, the slight flatness of his stomach. And further down, Vincent's fingers closed around the base of his half-hard cock. He's not going to waste any time on foreplay tonight. Nah, better scrap it all together and go straight for what he's really craving, right? Shifting onto his hip and leaning sideways over Claude's stomach and lap, he stares at his cock for a moment. Curious, despite himself, despite years of practice.
Then, he closes his lips around its tip, sucking it slowly into his mouth.]
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Moaning under his breath, he tightens his grip on Vincent's hair, unwilling to let his head fall back against the headboard. Almost impatient to get a view of Vincent, working his magic. Pure.]
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Like this, though, without the smoothness of the rubber, he realises that his hand's too dry. Like wanking with a dry palm, of course, he's just never really. Thought about it in this context. Drawing back, he spits in his palm quickly, more than ready to dive back in as soon as possible. Slick hand closing around the shaft once more, he bends down and sucks Claude's cock in between his lips again, far enough that it pushes up against the roof of his mouth.]
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[That's really all he can say, with Vincent's mouth working on his cock like that - not fast enough, but neither could it ever be called too slow. It's obvious that the other man is enjoying himself just as much as Claude. Claude who's finally giving in, letting his head fall back against the headboard, eyes open and staring at the ceiling while his body works overtime, all his muscles tense from pleasure and his hips bucking slightly. The feeling of Vincent's tongue and the suction, just... Fuck. And he can't even call the man a tease. Not when he's sucking his cock with such dedication and obvious enjoyment. Who would have known that the lack of one layer could add so much to the experience, not so much in terms of the pleasure itself, but... He glances down at Vincent, at Vincent blowing him. Loses his breath for a moment, because there's something so - and God, isn't he just a girl at heart - vulnerable about it.
He likes it. Yeah, he... likes it a lot.]