[ The loss of those fingers and then Claude pulling away gets something that’s almost a whine in protest. Lust-darkened eyes slide open again, fixating on Claude’s movements with hunger in their dark depths. And the only reason the redhead doesn’t offer an immediate snappy comeback is that he’s very distracted by the sight of Claude losing the rest of his clothing. Finally.
But it gets a low, husky groan from him as well, because damn, it’s really unfair how much he will never get tired of drinking in that sight, his eyes devouring the darker skin against his own, the toned muscle. The length of Claude’s hard cock as he strokes it with oiled fingers and his whole body clenches in anticipation of it, his own cock jerking slightly against his stomach, even as Claude reaches to give it a stroke of its own, causing his head to fall back with a breathless groan, throat working around a thick swallow as his neck arches in a taut line.
And then his leg is being lifted once more, drawing his attention back to Claude’s movements just in time for the man to bury himself with one deep thrust and that gets a breathless cry, muscles. Clenching tightly around the intrusion, wider and deeper than slicked fingers could completely prepare him for. He relishes it, the burn, the stretch, rocking up to meet it. He might have reached for Claude, too, but before he can there’s hands pressing his own down into the mattress, pinning them in place, and it only emphasizes the feeling of being caught and stretched as Claude starts to fuck him in earnest.
A litany of curses spills from his lips then, body clenching tight as he rocks with Claude’s thrusts, urging him deeper, to take, determined in his own way to push the limits of Claude’s control as far as he can.
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But it gets a low, husky groan from him as well, because damn, it’s really unfair how much he will never get tired of drinking in that sight, his eyes devouring the darker skin against his own, the toned muscle. The length of Claude’s hard cock as he strokes it with oiled fingers and his whole body clenches in anticipation of it, his own cock jerking slightly against his stomach, even as Claude reaches to give it a stroke of its own, causing his head to fall back with a breathless groan, throat working around a thick swallow as his neck arches in a taut line.
And then his leg is being lifted once more, drawing his attention back to Claude’s movements just in time for the man to bury himself with one deep thrust and that gets a breathless cry, muscles. Clenching tightly around the intrusion, wider and deeper than slicked fingers could completely prepare him for. He relishes it, the burn, the stretch, rocking up to meet it. He might have reached for Claude, too, but before he can there’s hands pressing his own down into the mattress, pinning them in place, and it only emphasizes the feeling of being caught and stretched as Claude starts to fuck him in earnest.
A litany of curses spills from his lips then, body clenching tight as he rocks with Claude’s thrusts, urging him deeper, to take, determined in his own way to push the limits of Claude’s control as far as he can.
Just because he can. ]