Claude gives him exactly what he wants by thoroughly going at him now, every thrust into his mouth firm and deep, and he sucks him down with such obvious relish. He feels Claude in the back of his throat and it'll make his voice rough when he speaks which will please both of them, and he doesn't pull Claude anymore now that he has the message. He gets messy as he lavishes Claude with his tongue as he presses in, not caring about the drool when he licks for more to taste.
The sounds Claude is making will linger in his dreams in the best of ways. He gives Claude a thumbs up when he says close to assure him he has no interest in pulling away, and his mouth is very much busy at the moment. He wants Claude to fill his mouth, he wants the bitter liquid on his tongue so he can swallow him down. To go with the thumbs up he playfully urges him on with a gesture of his fingers toward him. A challenge of 'give it to me' he can't say out loud right then. He'll be able to talk when they start actually fucking but this sort of nonverbal dialogue is doing plenty too.
He swallows Claude happily when he finally lets go and he is greedy about it, like he plans on taking every last bit of it out of him. After Claude finishes he even follows it up with careful licks to clean him off, the smallest of drops being found and taken care of. It's as pleasant as if he's the one who came, letting Claude out of his mouth before it becomes overwhelming, and leaning his forehead against his thigh, finally breathing.
"Saints, I have been wanting that so long." He thought about it many, many times. Sometimes to the point of distraction, especially when Claude is sitting down and comfortable and looking like how easy would it be to just crawl onto his knees in front of him. His voice does sound rough now that he's speaking. "You taste so good, sweetheart."
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The sounds Claude is making will linger in his dreams in the best of ways. He gives Claude a thumbs up when he says close to assure him he has no interest in pulling away, and his mouth is very much busy at the moment. He wants Claude to fill his mouth, he wants the bitter liquid on his tongue so he can swallow him down. To go with the thumbs up he playfully urges him on with a gesture of his fingers toward him. A challenge of 'give it to me' he can't say out loud right then. He'll be able to talk when they start actually fucking but this sort of nonverbal dialogue is doing plenty too.
He swallows Claude happily when he finally lets go and he is greedy about it, like he plans on taking every last bit of it out of him. After Claude finishes he even follows it up with careful licks to clean him off, the smallest of drops being found and taken care of. It's as pleasant as if he's the one who came, letting Claude out of his mouth before it becomes overwhelming, and leaning his forehead against his thigh, finally breathing.
"Saints, I have been wanting that so long." He thought about it many, many times. Sometimes to the point of distraction, especially when Claude is sitting down and comfortable and looking like how easy would it be to just crawl onto his knees in front of him. His voice does sound rough now that he's speaking. "You taste so good, sweetheart."