[There he goes. Moving enough to the side that Claude can get a view of Vincent's lips, sliding down the shaft of his cock until the head of it is pushing up against the roof of his mouth. He knows he's always insisted that sex with a condom would never lose to sex without and in some ways, that still rings true - there are contexts and situations where sex without a condom just isn't possible, after all, but this isn't one such situation and Hell, if Vincent's tongue running over the bared head of his cock isn't all but driving him insane. Hearing his own breathing as a harsh row of in- and exhalations, Claude eases his grip in Vincent's hair, running his hand down the side of the other man's neck and over one shoulder instead. Like a caress. While he tries getting enough oxygen into his bloodstream to survive. For all he knows, this might very well end up being he death of him, it's that good.]
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