That wink and the mild refute of there being any show gets a laugh from Claude - especially when Jesper continues right on with what he'll still call a show despite it being only gratitude. "I'm sure I can think of a way to return the favor." Positive he can, in fact, given the ideas already circling through his mind. This want and need isn't only one way after all this time.
A better comeback might've occurred to him if he wasn't busy watching for what Jesper will do next as he inhales sharply at the touch of a tongue that's closer still to what he wants. Anticipation is one of his own favorite cards to play and to have played on him, and Jesper is an expert at it. Those words elicit another curse from him and it's all the beckoning he needs after being encouraged in every sense of the word. Claude slides the hand on Jesper's shoulder to the back of his neck instead to curl a couple fingertips into the other man's hair but mostly to brace the both of them.
He'd (mostly) resisted the urge to shift his hips forward before. Now, though, he rolls them forward to go deeper still, setting a deliberate pace to not take things too fast. Even that's enough for him to tip his head back when pleasure washes over and through him with a gasp of Jesper's name. It's a momentary diversion of his attention before he looks back with a small tug of his hair that's both encouragement and an unvoiced question, still careful even in the heat of desire matching the heat of Jesper's mouth spurring him on to watch in both enjoyment and to make sure Jesper's enjoying himself throughout all the way, too.
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A better comeback might've occurred to him if he wasn't busy watching for what Jesper will do next as he inhales sharply at the touch of a tongue that's closer still to what he wants. Anticipation is one of his own favorite cards to play and to have played on him, and Jesper is an expert at it. Those words elicit another curse from him and it's all the beckoning he needs after being encouraged in every sense of the word. Claude slides the hand on Jesper's shoulder to the back of his neck instead to curl a couple fingertips into the other man's hair but mostly to brace the both of them.
He'd (mostly) resisted the urge to shift his hips forward before. Now, though, he rolls them forward to go deeper still, setting a deliberate pace to not take things too fast. Even that's enough for him to tip his head back when pleasure washes over and through him with a gasp of Jesper's name. It's a momentary diversion of his attention before he looks back with a small tug of his hair that's both encouragement and an unvoiced question, still careful even in the heat of desire matching the heat of Jesper's mouth spurring him on to watch in both enjoyment and to make sure Jesper's enjoying himself throughout all the way, too.