[ Claude’s fingers are taunting and wicked enough but his lips and teeth worrying redness into his flesh have him shuddering from the sensations, eyes sliding shut with each new mark Claude works into his skin. Each mark a claim in its own right, even if he doubts Claude means it that way. But still, it’s hard not to flush with pleasure when the man moves to make another, trailing them along his collarbone.
His fingers flex in dark hair before he tugs Claude’s head up impatiently for another sharp, nipping kiss. He’s not ready to beg - not quite yet - but Claude does get a husky, growled demand instead. ]
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[ Claude’s fingers are taunting and wicked enough but his lips and teeth worrying redness into his flesh have him shuddering from the sensations, eyes sliding shut with each new mark Claude works into his skin. Each mark a claim in its own right, even if he doubts Claude means it that way. But still, it’s hard not to flush with pleasure when the man moves to make another, trailing them along his collarbone.
His fingers flex in dark hair before he tugs Claude’s head up impatiently for another sharp, nipping kiss. He’s not ready to beg - not quite yet - but Claude does get a husky, growled demand instead. ]
Harder.