Vincent presses his hand to his chest and the tingling that begins running down Claude’s spine quickly intensifies when his fingers brush over his nipple. His nipples are almost overly sensitive and he has a tendency to react to touch strongly, like he does now. His cock hardening further and his breath catching in his throat. Eyes narrowed slightly from pleasure, he meets Vincent’s gaze – although it’s an unusual feeling for him, he can’t actually find it in him to mind, just being one night out of (presumably) many to this man. Still, part of him wonders how they would fare, as a couple. After all… So far it seems to be going… well. Very well.

Since Vincent seems to enjoy stimulation – complaining about an unstimulating job as he has done a couple of times already, enjoying stimulating conversation as he appears to do and on a more physical level, apparently liking initiative, no matter who takes it – Claude slips his hand down between his legs, running his fingers over his balls before cupping them gently. They’re warm and heavy against his palm, a double weight that he could play with if he wanted, but for now he’ll allow Vincent a moment to adjust to the sensation.