[ The word comes out strained, half-moan and half-hiss, because his control had been hanging on by a thread. But Claude's hands lifting his hips have the very deliberate result of pressing him even deeper into the man's mouth, until he can feel himself nudging against the back of his throat. It snaps the last of his control entirely and he really hopes he's not misreading that permission because his hands immediately follow, reaching down to roughly tangle in Claude's hair. He grips, both for needing something to ground him, but also to guide slightly at the angle Claude next sucks him down and that's enough to get a wanton moan of a whole new timbre as his body shudders in reaction.
Breath now coming in ragged pants, his hips rock up to meet the next movement of his head, fingers maintaining that firm grip in Claude's hair. Keeping him right where he wants him. Nails scraping lightly against his scalp. ]
I'm going to... take that as confirmation I passed your test. [ He pants the words out, managing to glance down from beneath thick lashes, eyes dark and hooded and hungry. Not that he can hold the eye contact long, because the next slide of Claude's mouth has him hissing out another soft curse, struggling not to buck up and bury himself deeper still in that decadent heat sucking him in. ]
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[ The word comes out strained, half-moan and half-hiss, because his control had been hanging on by a thread. But Claude's hands lifting his hips have the very deliberate result of pressing him even deeper into the man's mouth, until he can feel himself nudging against the back of his throat. It snaps the last of his control entirely and he really hopes he's not misreading that permission because his hands immediately follow, reaching down to roughly tangle in Claude's hair. He grips, both for needing something to ground him, but also to guide slightly at the angle Claude next sucks him down and that's enough to get a wanton moan of a whole new timbre as his body shudders in reaction.
Breath now coming in ragged pants, his hips rock up to meet the next movement of his head, fingers maintaining that firm grip in Claude's hair. Keeping him right where he wants him. Nails scraping lightly against his scalp. ]
I'm going to... take that as confirmation I passed your test. [ He pants the words out, managing to glance down from beneath thick lashes, eyes dark and hooded and hungry. Not that he can hold the eye contact long, because the next slide of Claude's mouth has him hissing out another soft curse, struggling not to buck up and bury himself deeper still in that decadent heat sucking him in. ]