He’s not quite babbling yet though truth be told, his brain has more or less ceased functioning on any level higher than need – raw, sexual need. His hips twitch slightly as Claude starts fingerfucking him, the tiny twinge of pain from the persistent stretching quickly drowned out by pleasure. The sensation of getting filled, of his muscles giving in to accommodate even just Claude’s fingers (imagine what comes next!), of his body re-arranging itself to adjust. It’s got nothing to do with powerlessness, does it? It’s the complete fucking opposite.
Claude leans in over him, his breathing reduced to an audible panting, heated against his shoulder and hair. There’s something addictive about sex, yeah – about what it does to your partner, about the way it reduces people to their most basic elements. Vincent won’t go as far as to say that sex is his drug of choice, though it comes very, very close. His fingers curl into fists against the sheets, the fabric soft and cool. Stark contrasts to everything else; every part of his body overheated, Claude’s body hard muscle and want over his back.
“Claude.” With a massive effort, he manages to prevent his voice from shaking. “You should fuck me. Now.”
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He’s not quite babbling yet though truth be told, his brain has more or less ceased functioning on any level higher than need – raw, sexual need. His hips twitch slightly as Claude starts fingerfucking him, the tiny twinge of pain from the persistent stretching quickly drowned out by pleasure. The sensation of getting filled, of his muscles giving in to accommodate even just Claude’s fingers (imagine what comes next!), of his body re-arranging itself to adjust. It’s got nothing to do with powerlessness, does it? It’s the complete fucking opposite.
Claude leans in over him, his breathing reduced to an audible panting, heated against his shoulder and hair. There’s something addictive about sex, yeah – about what it does to your partner, about the way it reduces people to their most basic elements. Vincent won’t go as far as to say that sex is his drug of choice, though it comes very, very close. His fingers curl into fists against the sheets, the fabric soft and cool. Stark contrasts to everything else; every part of his body overheated, Claude’s body hard muscle and want over his back.
“Claude.” With a massive effort, he manages to prevent his voice from shaking. “You should fuck me. Now.”