Before he can answer - with words, anyway - that next snap of Jesper's hips brings forth an answer enough when it drags forth a moan which might just do it enough on its own. "Just like that," he manages in a gasp after since even when swept up in pleasure there's a good chance he won't miss a chance to comment on something. A diminishing one when Jesper makes it difficult to concentrate on finding those words, but the encouragement is still important.

Something which he provides as he's all but folded in half which he relishes. It's exactly what was promised as he gives in to holding still while Jesper fucks him into the mattress with roughness where each thrust draws cries of approval. The kisses shared as intensity builds further muffle but don't stop them as Claude brings up his free hand to run his nails along the other's shoulders before winding his fingers into his hair again.

As Jesper comes unraveled the ecstasy rushing through the other man is plain to see and it's enough to push him over willingly over the edge as if that plea wasn't more than enough on its own. "Don't stop," gets breathed out in what he'll have to trust is audible as Jesper chases making his pleasure last as long as possible, and he tightens around him again to bring those aftershocks.

All which funnels into his own orgasm as with a cry of the other's name he spills as nothing but sensation rushes through him and blanks out his mind with nothing to focus on but that. The same for when it fades and leaves nothing but bliss in its wake as Claude's focus returns enough to (somewhat) come back to his senses. His grip on Jesper's hair that'd become tighter still he releases to let his hand rest on the back of the other man's neck with affection as they both catch their breath. "That might've been as good as I remembered," he murmurs before grinning a second later. An incredible understatement, to say the least, and definitely far more than might.