He'd be far more controlled if they weren't in the grip of the ardeur, but he better than anyone knows that surrendering to it is the best way to ride it out the way he wants. And he does want this. There's something incredibly gratifying about feeling desired by someone who does not desire easily, even if it's not a simple or straightforward desire. Jean-Claude wouldn't expect anything less of Jon.

"Ah, I see that you have been." He can tell there's some reaction, that his observation hit the mark, by Jon's sudden restless eagerness. With a fuller warmth, he says, "Used to being too much, are you? Too much but not knowing what to do." What a sad state of affairs. Well, if Jonathan wishes to suck him off, Jean-Claude will teach him how to do it.

His hand lingers down to his opened jaw, compelled by the visual it makes, his eyes glistening and his lips pulled wide around his girth. "Move back, a little," he coaxes, "and hold the length of me up at the base, so you may feed yourself as much or as little as you wish, and use your mouth and your tongue. It is not depth that will get me off, mon cher, it is this image of you, on your knees before me, starting to trust I do not need you to be delicate."

Someone less immersed in sex than Jean-Claude might mistake this as a position that casts Jean-Claude as indisputably dominant, or as someone being served. He can already tell that is absolutely not what is going on.