Jesper is all too happy for them to let this stewing sexual chemistry between them finally be given an outlet and for them to revel in it. They can spend the rest of the day in bed enjoying the other aspects of learning each other's bodies, but for right now, they both want it. They need it. He's been starving for Claude in his bed for years, he just can't wait at this point.
Claude doesn't help by saying those heated demands and it's okay that he didn't ask him or beg him or anything else. It's all the same to him as it's spurring him on. He moans at the tug on his hair. "Yes, love, whatever you want." Too eager but he has no pride to worry about tarnishing over being desperate. He plunges his fingers into Claude but now it's evident to both of them that he's not doing it to tease or even pleasure him to extend the effort. Jesper is working in him to get him open enough for them to fuck and no other reason.
He pulls his fingers out swiftly once that seems solid and he's on Claude a moment later, dominant in how firm he pulls him close, how he encourages a leg around his hip, and positions himself. Jesper isn't wasting any time now and he doesn't think they want to. He pushes into Claude's tight heat with a loud groan and the rush of pleasure that comes with. He is slow enough to not be a bastard but doesn't stop until he's sheathed fully inside of him.
"Fucking Saints, finally, you bastard." Jesper laughs as that might not be the sweetest thing to say when he's balls deep inside of someone, but he thinks that Claude will understand exactly why. He's kept them from this bliss. Jesper won't let him forget that. He pulls out to the tip and with a firm snap forward of his hips thrusts all the way in again.
Gray eyes are silver as they look down at Claude and he's grinning like an idiot at him, he's just really damn happy. "You gorgeous monster," he teases and leans in to kiss him deeply as his hips begin to move.
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Claude doesn't help by saying those heated demands and it's okay that he didn't ask him or beg him or anything else. It's all the same to him as it's spurring him on. He moans at the tug on his hair. "Yes, love, whatever you want." Too eager but he has no pride to worry about tarnishing over being desperate. He plunges his fingers into Claude but now it's evident to both of them that he's not doing it to tease or even pleasure him to extend the effort. Jesper is working in him to get him open enough for them to fuck and no other reason.
He pulls his fingers out swiftly once that seems solid and he's on Claude a moment later, dominant in how firm he pulls him close, how he encourages a leg around his hip, and positions himself. Jesper isn't wasting any time now and he doesn't think they want to. He pushes into Claude's tight heat with a loud groan and the rush of pleasure that comes with. He is slow enough to not be a bastard but doesn't stop until he's sheathed fully inside of him.
"Fucking Saints, finally, you bastard." Jesper laughs as that might not be the sweetest thing to say when he's balls deep inside of someone, but he thinks that Claude will understand exactly why. He's kept them from this bliss. Jesper won't let him forget that. He pulls out to the tip and with a firm snap forward of his hips thrusts all the way in again.
Gray eyes are silver as they look down at Claude and he's grinning like an idiot at him, he's just really damn happy. "You gorgeous monster," he teases and leans in to kiss him deeply as his hips begin to move.