[His smile widens at that, gaining a decidedly predatory edge. That's all the permission he'll ever need from Claude - the non-spoken anticipation and the way he looks at him; just calm trust with a hint of something even better. Leaning in closer for a long, lazy kiss, he presses his tongue between Claude's lips and runs his hand further down his body. Over his stomach, to the duvet pooling across his lap.
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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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.]