When it comes to anal sex, he would never go ahead without his partner’s explicit permission. It’s just a thing for him – Claude doesn’t just take, even when he is in every position to. Even when he could without precautions and without consequences. It doesn’t turn him on and it doesn’t make him feel like he has given anything back in return which is really what sex is all about for him, besides the physical gratification itself. He isn’t gayer than that. He isn’t a bigger sissy boy. Than that. He wants his orgasm, too. Right now, he really… really needs it. To come and to come soon.

So when Vincent asks him to get a move on, he isn’t slow to oblige. Moving on top of the other man, he withdraws his fingers from his arse – slowly, easily – and poises himself with an arm on either side of Vincent’s shoulders. Once he’s found his balance, he reaches down with one hand, closing his fingers around the base of his own cock and positioning himself against his arsehole. Lubricated and overheated against the tip of his cock, even through the protective layer of the condom. Claude can hear himself holding his breath as he begins pushing forward, pressing against the loosened muscle. Honestly, this is the best moment, even though everything that follows is good as well… This moment of expectation, of knowing what’s in store.

Resistance, at first. No matter how well you prepare, there’s always resistance at first. Then, Vincent’s body begins giving way and Claude can feel himself sliding inside his arse, little by little in what feels like endlessly slow penetration, but is in fact probably a bit too fast to be completely comfortable.