Somehow I didn't think you would. [ That smirk is very audible in his voice now as he gets the words out between nipping kisses and the teasing rock of his hips, driving them both to distraction with the sensation. ] And I suppose I could be persuaded to give my word on that one. It is mutually beneficial, after all.

[ Reluctantly tearing his lips away, he only moves far enough to trail kisses back along Claude's stubbled jaw and then down his throat, lips and teeth leaving faintly reddened skin in his wake. He groans at the suggestions Claude breathes out, hips stuttering as his hands move to roam once more, sliding down over Claude's hips, shifting the angle of his own movements the next time he rocks down onto him. ]

All good options. Let's not forget still bending you over the nearest convenient surface. And if I don't feel you spilling down my throat at least once tonight, I'm calling the whole night a loss. Fair warning.