Claude’s kisses, deceptively light, feel like divagated splotches of sunlight against his chin. Leaning into his touch, he decides to be bold – after all, Claude may be the one to fly across the stage every evening, but surely even a spectator can draw his own learning from what he sees. When Claude takes his wrist, he doesn’t wait for him to lead them onwards. Leaving his glass on the table, he reaches down between them, flattening one, hot palm over the growing bulge in Claude’s trousers. Christ. Sucking in a breath, he runs two fingers over the contours of his cock, the long lines of its hard shaft firm beneath his touch. After a second or two, he draws his fingers backwards, then forwards, a slow but insistent rubbing motion. It only occurs to him seconds later that they’re in a public place, they’re in full view of anyone who might pass by and the best thing is… the best, most outrageous thing is how he doesn’t feel the least bit worried about it. All he cares about is how long and hard the other man is, how wonderful it would feel without all those layers of clothes, separating them…

He shifts slightly, his own trousers feeling uncomfortably tight. The fabric is loose enough that it isn’t painful, exactly. Rather, it’s that tight throbbing between his legs, the one he knows so well by now though he no longer fears or detests it. Not here, not with Claude – how could he when he knows… When surely, there’s no better place for it…

Turning his head enough to catch Claude’s lips in a kiss, lips ghosting over his, breathing coming out fragmented, he pushes upwards slightly against his hand, the one currently resting beneath his stomach only inches away from his cock. True, Claude’s impressive body might easily drive him to distraction but his own is still very much in need of attention and if he has to keep it down, push it all to the background once again, he’s afraid he might very well perish from the effort. It’s been too long. All he wants is more – of Claude, of his hard cock and his hands and his mouth and his…