His cock hardens quickly now, hardens fully as Vincent closes his fingers around the shaft of it, running his hand up its length. Besides the genuine sense of relief, there’s the just as genuine sensation of pleasure and Claude manages a slight moan, hips jerking against Vincent’s touch. He reaches out with his other hand, mirroring Vincent and closing his fingers around the base of his cock, stroking upwards while at the same time continuing to fondle his balls. Like this, they’re pretty much just jerking each other off, though there’s none of the haste and need to rush that had coloured their sex the night before. It’s a slow start – call it foreplay, if you need to label it. Claude likes it this way. It’s the kind of sex one-night stands rarely (never) manages to result in. Even if this, their second go, will also be their last… At least, it’ll be a fuck of a certain quality. He can tell. Because Vincent is falling into step next to him.

Leaning forward, feeling overheated and sweaty already, Claude presses his forehead to Vincent’s – mostly in place of a kiss, his breathing too erratic for one right now. It’d be a mess and although that has its merits as well, a certain string of words is all but burning on his tongue, waiting to be spoken.

Voice raw and the sentence somewhat rushed, he says: “I want to fuck you.”