Jesper's admiration - both verbal and in every other way - is only fuel to the metaphorical fire when it starts to form an idea in the back of his mind. One that's slow to form, and even more so as those thrusts occasionally land to send sparks racing along his spine in a slow build as Jesper gets closer to giving him want he wants. Tempting as it is to chase each movement with more lifts of his hips thanks to plenty of lower body strength, he lets the other man maintain the control.
"If you wanted a show, all you had to do was ask." Of course Claude's going to phrase that like it'd be a simple request and not something he'd have been difficult in all the ways he can be. Aside from now; the change in position means it's easier than before to put on that show. Claude brings the hand he'd wound into the pillow behind his head to trail it down his chest deliberately with only the tiniest distraction of Jesper's cock pressing into him firmly earning a curse. A distraction he could give into if not for making sure Jesper gets something to watch as he lazily runs that same hand from base to tip of his cock in what barely qualifies as what the other man meant to tease them both.
"If you've been thinking of fucking me like this for years then I have to tell you," with a pause for a hitch in his breath both as he teases himself with gaze locked on the other man as Jesper fills him again and the latter also gets a curse from him before he continues more breathless than before, "I've thought of the same for you many times. You'll have to find out how later."
A little bit of a fantasy to give Jesper more. Any other time Claude might've kept talking, but not now when want starts to disjoint his thoughts as he settles into stroking his cock in time with the thrusts for layering the sensations and relieving some of the ache to be touched. The next time Jesper sinks into him brings an even more intense wave of pleasure with it which threatens to overtake him, unravels him a bit more as a moan slips out from him and he tightens around Jesper to encourage the same again. "Fuck. Harder, Jesper. Please."
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"If you wanted a show, all you had to do was ask." Of course Claude's going to phrase that like it'd be a simple request and not something he'd have been difficult in all the ways he can be. Aside from now; the change in position means it's easier than before to put on that show. Claude brings the hand he'd wound into the pillow behind his head to trail it down his chest deliberately with only the tiniest distraction of Jesper's cock pressing into him firmly earning a curse. A distraction he could give into if not for making sure Jesper gets something to watch as he lazily runs that same hand from base to tip of his cock in what barely qualifies as what the other man meant to tease them both.
"If you've been thinking of fucking me like this for years then I have to tell you," with a pause for a hitch in his breath both as he teases himself with gaze locked on the other man as Jesper fills him again and the latter also gets a curse from him before he continues more breathless than before, "I've thought of the same for you many times. You'll have to find out how later."
A little bit of a fantasy to give Jesper more. Any other time Claude might've kept talking, but not now when want starts to disjoint his thoughts as he settles into stroking his cock in time with the thrusts for layering the sensations and relieving some of the ache to be touched. The next time Jesper sinks into him brings an even more intense wave of pleasure with it which threatens to overtake him, unravels him a bit more as a moan slips out from him and he tightens around Jesper to encourage the same again. "Fuck. Harder, Jesper. Please."