“Not you, obviously,” Claude answers, a laugh audible in his voice, even if he doesn’t have the breath for it, because Vincent is running his thumb in circles around the head of his cock – slow, sloppy movements that are making precome leak. In gradually increasing amounts. Fuck, if he doesn’t need this fuck to progress sooner rather than later. It’s been a while since he’s been this attracted to someone and on so many different levels, too. When it comes to relationships rather than sex, Claude has always been an opportunist, but he can make an exception in this case. Let one factor switch places with the other and pursue something he knows won’t last, because he knows it will be good anyway. Letting go of Vincent’s cock, he reaches up with both hands and grabs hold of the rails of the headboard, leaning in closer to the other man. Breathes through his nose. Long, harsh exhalations.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk away from here.” Wishful thinking, of course, but the sound of his voice fits the words and the look in Vincent’s eyes.

With that, he pushes himself away from Vincent’s touch, moves over to the edge of the bed and roams through the top drawer of the bedside table. Even if he doesn’t go chasing one-night stands every weekend, he likes to be prepared. He’s still a man, after all. Sex is always an option.