Truthfully, this is more charming than any sensual strip-tease he could've done, because Jean-Claude has been inundated by sensual strip-teases and has had very little of sincere, awkward desire. At least, not directed at him. That this dangerous, unknowable man is so unpracticed but still so earnestly willing is too much.
He keeps in his laugh, because Jean-Claude is nothing if not a consummate actor when he needs to be, but he doesn't hide his open mirth in his eyes. There's nothing embarrassed about him with his pants about his knees, stuck on his boots; he knows he's a sight to take in, and he knows they will be having each other, and right now is the time when they learn each other as lovers. With Jonathan, this seems to come with some absurdity.
"Let me help you," he offers, the laugh contained in his voice. His power so close to the surface, there's an even more seductive quality to it than normal -- not mind tricks, as he'd said, but very close on the line, a bright and edged sensation with his humor like teeth against skin.
Jean-Claude stretches down and loosens the laces his boots with nimble fingers, somehow making the motion seductive, like he's teasing at something with the laces. If his partner isn't providing the sensual strip-tease, he certainly can. It also puts his mouth rather closer to Jon's ear, which he uses to his advantage.
"You are so charming, my little stray. We do not have the luxury of time today," he says softly, leaning back into his seat again to let Jon remove his boots, "but on another occasion, perhaps, you can look your fill." And Jean-Claude would, obviously, stage that whole scene carefully for great effect.
Even now, as he leans back, just about perfectly naked and perfectly comfortable with it, there is a statuesque sculpted quality to him, a vampire's closeness to death and surreal beauty combined with limbs draped at alluring angles. With the ardeur helping, his erection is obvious, full and insistent, and reddened from the blood he'd had earlier. A tell for his impatience, and his level of control.
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He keeps in his laugh, because Jean-Claude is nothing if not a consummate actor when he needs to be, but he doesn't hide his open mirth in his eyes. There's nothing embarrassed about him with his pants about his knees, stuck on his boots; he knows he's a sight to take in, and he knows they will be having each other, and right now is the time when they learn each other as lovers. With Jonathan, this seems to come with some absurdity.
"Let me help you," he offers, the laugh contained in his voice. His power so close to the surface, there's an even more seductive quality to it than normal -- not mind tricks, as he'd said, but very close on the line, a bright and edged sensation with his humor like teeth against skin.
Jean-Claude stretches down and loosens the laces his boots with nimble fingers, somehow making the motion seductive, like he's teasing at something with the laces. If his partner isn't providing the sensual strip-tease, he certainly can. It also puts his mouth rather closer to Jon's ear, which he uses to his advantage.
"You are so charming, my little stray. We do not have the luxury of time today," he says softly, leaning back into his seat again to let Jon remove his boots, "but on another occasion, perhaps, you can look your fill." And Jean-Claude would, obviously, stage that whole scene carefully for great effect.
Even now, as he leans back, just about perfectly naked and perfectly comfortable with it, there is a statuesque sculpted quality to him, a vampire's closeness to death and surreal beauty combined with limbs draped at alluring angles. With the ardeur helping, his erection is obvious, full and insistent, and reddened from the blood he'd had earlier. A tell for his impatience, and his level of control.