(( LOG : the wall has fallen ))

[downplaying]

[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[Claude is sitting up in bed, popped up against the headboard with a (still unpublished) book in his lap - a poetry collection that Didier has sent his way for a friendly review before it hits the streets.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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[justcrywolf]

[Claude's touch against his neck and shoulder makes his skin tingle. Nothing like encouragement (who the fuck needs that in a situation like this?), rather it's an added sensation of presence. Physicalities. Like the way Claude's cock feels against his tongue, inside his mouth, heavy and hot and slick. There's a hint of saltiness, a thoroughly arousing blend of sweat and skin. Fuck, he can't get enough of it. Claude's not the only one growing short of breath; Vincent's breathing heavily through his nose, his mouth otherwise preoccupied as he sets a steady rhythm. Too slow to cause progression, too steady to be fragmented. Not in any hurry. Shit, no.]

[downplaying]

Fuck --

[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.]