That wasn't cheating. My hips and my hands were both very much on the mattress. That was your stipulation. No take backs now.

[ His smirk is fully smug as he just watches Claude from where he's reclined. He hadn't missed the fact that he'd almost successfully distracted him, and he notes that for later. Useful information, he thinks.

But for now, he just splays his hands atop the sheets, in clear view, just so Claude can't accuse him of continued cheating. Although he does grind down against that knee between his thighs a little - all without ever lifting his hips off the mattress of course. ]

Besides. You like my boldness.