He takes his time to answer, gaze running up and down Claude’s body blatantly. Lingering for a long moment on his cock, the whole, hard length of it. He’s not the type of person to get desperately nervous about big cocks – after all, it’s really not about size when everything’s added up. He assumes Claude isn’t a virgin when it comes to fucking other men up the arse and with that, he’s not going to be hysterical. About prep. Had he been inexperienced, on the other hand, he would have probably – well, he probably wouldn’t have bottomed, truth be told. He hates when people get awkward about it. It makes him want to take charge and move them the fuck onwards.

“As much as you like,” he says and adds, smile widening: “Or as little.”

He’s had anal sex without lube, sure. Without much more than spit, sweat and precome which, granted, wasn’t in any way a pleasant experience. It was hot, though. Hot, kind of painful and almost frantically fast – one of the few fucks he hasn’t completely forgotten about. Taught him that you can have one thing without the other and still walk away without (much of) a limp. However, in this context – with this type of setting, including soft sheets and a considerate bed partner – he’s not going to insist on a pace that won’t fit.