[ From his demeanour and his confidence, and the way that he'd strolled up to Claude's apartment in a slutty outfit without a second thought, Claude doesn't doubt that Klaus is well practiced in the art of sucking dick. Far more experienced than Claude's unrefined tastes could appreciate, he's sure, but he does his best to follow through with the requests placed upon him, chin down and watching obediently as Klaus takes to the task with ease.
Though really, he needn't have even asked given just how captivated Claude is with the sight, his fingers tracing over Klaus' jaw up to his hair, careful not to dislodge the headband there as he plays with the strands. ]
I wouldn't dream of it. [ He answers, though the last words come out as a sigh, warmed by the touch to his cock.
Just the anticipation and the eye contact have him warmed already, flushed underneath his clothes and eager for it, struggling to keep himself in place instead of squirming like an impatient schoolboy.
Not that he doubts Klaus would mind a little manhandling, but Claude doesn't want to appear so desperate off the bat. Since Klaus is supposed to be showing off, he ought to give him the chance to display his skills at his own pace at first. ]
[ Klaus can appreciate how this man handles the situation.. someone like him dressing up cute and seducing him. He seems like someone of great patience, which contrasts greatly with Klaus in.. basically everything.
He swallows and takes him fully, now, sealing his lips tightly over him and eases forward at a painstakingly slow pace. Testing the waters, he lets his teeth graze the surface of Claude's skin as he slowly engulfs him— not biting at all, but there is a bit of scraping. Ever so slightly.
Some guys get off on that, some guys don't. Time to find out if Claude is that type of person or not. Klaus hums, giving his partner both some noise and vibration as he holds him firmly between his lips. The caressing of his hair is nice, but Claude is right. Pulling would be better, but maybe not this time. ]
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Though really, he needn't have even asked given just how captivated Claude is with the sight, his fingers tracing over Klaus' jaw up to his hair, careful not to dislodge the headband there as he plays with the strands. ]
I wouldn't dream of it. [ He answers, though the last words come out as a sigh, warmed by the touch to his cock.
Just the anticipation and the eye contact have him warmed already, flushed underneath his clothes and eager for it, struggling to keep himself in place instead of squirming like an impatient schoolboy.
Not that he doubts Klaus would mind a little manhandling, but Claude doesn't want to appear so desperate off the bat. Since Klaus is supposed to be showing off, he ought to give him the chance to display his skills at his own pace at first. ]
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He swallows and takes him fully, now, sealing his lips tightly over him and eases forward at a painstakingly slow pace.
Testing the waters, he lets his teeth graze the surface of Claude's skin as he slowly engulfs him— not biting at all, but there is a bit of scraping. Ever so slightly.
Some guys get off on that, some guys don't. Time to find out if Claude is that type of person or not. Klaus hums, giving his partner both some noise and vibration as he holds him firmly between his lips. The caressing of his hair is nice, but Claude is right. Pulling would be better, but maybe not this time. ]