[He doesn't jerk Claude off - not yet. His hand won't be doing the pleasuring tonight, after all, and Vincent wants the full, fucking benefit of this new aspect of their relationship. Sex without a condom. The taste and scent of cock without the usual tint of rubber. Christ, his body's growing harder at the thought alone.
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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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.]