[ He smiles at the choked sound of that curse, of the aborted retort interrupted halfway through. It's a high compliment of its own sort, his own version of a prize he'll be just as smug about later. But for now, he's all too focused on repeating it, maintaining that level of stimulation amidst the process of stretching tight muscles. And before Claude can adjust, giving him no time to catch his breath, he adds a third finger the moment it feels like the other man can take it. Still maintaining that intense edge of almost too much without ever crossing it.
It had been a game he enjoyed playing, once upon a time. Part of the reputation he'd so well-earned. Not for everyone, of course, but it had given him something to enjoy between the gold diggers and those chasing him for power and ambition. Or the ones just wanting to test his reputations for themselves. They'd all had their reasons. Very few of them just had much to do with him, however.
This is a much better way to put that knowledge and experience to use, he thinks with a smirk, purposefully brushing his fingertips over that spot again. And again. Wanting Claude far closer to desperate and begging before he gives him what he actually wants.
He chuckles against Claude's ear, nipping at the lobe before shifting slightly to trail sharp kisses down his exposed throat. Leaving reddening marks in his wake. ]
Oh, that's not going to be a problem, I assure you.
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Date: 2023-04-21 04:30 pm (UTC)It had been a game he enjoyed playing, once upon a time. Part of the reputation he'd so well-earned. Not for everyone, of course, but it had given him something to enjoy between the gold diggers and those chasing him for power and ambition. Or the ones just wanting to test his reputations for themselves. They'd all had their reasons. Very few of them just had much to do with him, however.
This is a much better way to put that knowledge and experience to use, he thinks with a smirk, purposefully brushing his fingertips over that spot again. And again. Wanting Claude far closer to desperate and begging before he gives him what he actually wants.
He chuckles against Claude's ear, nipping at the lobe before shifting slightly to trail sharp kisses down his exposed throat. Leaving reddening marks in his wake. ]
Oh, that's not going to be a problem, I assure you.