[Claude's subdued reaction doesn't fool him; he saw the man tear his attention away from that stupid book with the rapidness of someone who's been waiting with baited breath. Vincent can't really blame him for the implications - after all, he really wasn't sure about those tests himself, either. Doing them, sure. But getting them back? Ugh. He smiles, reaching out with his free hand and running his palm over Claude's chest. Lightly enough to be a caress, slowly enough to carry a message.]
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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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.]