I mean, I did already come once tonight. If you really want to wait, I can roll over and go to sleep and we can pick this up again tomorrow…

[ That threat might have been more convincing, if Claude hadn’t chosen just then to slide a pair of slicked fingers inside of him. The noise that earns is long and low and strained, his head falling back as his body arches into the touch, the stretch of muscles around the intrusion. Fingers clench involuntarily against Claude’s shoulders and he gives a low curse under his breath. ]

You know, there’s something to be said about impatience and passion, too, you know.