... shit. Breath rushing out of his nose, partly in pleasure and partly in surprise, his movements freeze as the feel of Claude’s hand cupping his balls settles in his body. It’s not the most sensitive part of his body, to be honest, but it definitely feels good and that’s all he cares about right now. More than that, it’s an intimate gesture, isn’t it. A man’s balls tend to be pretty well-guarded territory.

Spreading his legs a bit in approval, he bends forward slightly and lets his hand continue downwards, fingers sliding over Claude’s cock before closing around its shaft. He’s not aiming for a quickie here, but as a way of showing appreciation… Because there’s a lot of that happening in his body, at least. Appreciation. His cock is definitely getting harder. He pulls his hand upwards slowly, conscious of every inch of hard-on slipping by underneath his fingertips. The skin is very soft and smooth; fuck, he’s always liked the feel of cock.