[ His stomach sucks in a little on an inhale as Claude's fingers tease against warm flesh but his dark eyes never leave Claude's face, a hint of a smirk still lingering on his lips. His hand slows, but only because it's slid around the back of Claude's thigh and rests there for a moment, heated and steady and out of sight. Teasing in the same way Claude's own fingers are - with the anticipation of what next? ]

You want me to start listing things now? We might be here a while... [ You shouldn't be shocked he has an entire list, either. ] At the moment, I want your hand to move a little lower. And for you to lean back down here so I can kiss you again.