There's something undeniably appealing about Jon when he's irritated. Maybe it says more about Jean-Claude than it does about Jon, but he is attracted to the honesty of his emotions, the blunt unconcealed edge of it. Jean-Claude deceives naturally, with manner and gesture more than words, and Jon's unapologetic forthrightness neatly punctures the distance he tries to maintain.
Which goes well with getting a blowjob, he'd have to say. He doesn't gainsay Jon rebelliously taking him deeper or talking back, doesn't appear to mind at all, merely leans back into the couch and deeper into the ardeur. It's unusual these days for Jean-Claude to find someone he isn't expected to exert some measure of control over, both because of his station and because, however much he enjoys it, he won't hand it to just anyone who asks anymore. He doesn't know if he could put words to why he feels so comfortable doing so here, but he doesn't think he needs to, either.
Jean-Claude lets him do as he wishes and very much reaps the benefit, shuddering through a climax not too long after, readily abandoning any pretense at stamina for the sake of male ego. Barely after he's done is he reaching down to easily and literally pull Jon up into his lap in a display of vampiric strength, without really waiting for agreement or allowing refusal.
There's still semen on his lips when he forcefully kisses him, half-hard prick pushing into his thigh. The ardeur could keep him going for hours yet if Jean-Claude let it spiral that way. But-- "You promised me blood, and I have not yet gotten to touch you," he whispers against his mouth, hands tightly holding him at the hips with the same immovable strength. "You are so generous, but let me thank you, hm?"
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Which goes well with getting a blowjob, he'd have to say. He doesn't gainsay Jon rebelliously taking him deeper or talking back, doesn't appear to mind at all, merely leans back into the couch and deeper into the ardeur. It's unusual these days for Jean-Claude to find someone he isn't expected to exert some measure of control over, both because of his station and because, however much he enjoys it, he won't hand it to just anyone who asks anymore. He doesn't know if he could put words to why he feels so comfortable doing so here, but he doesn't think he needs to, either.
Jean-Claude lets him do as he wishes and very much reaps the benefit, shuddering through a climax not too long after, readily abandoning any pretense at stamina for the sake of male ego. Barely after he's done is he reaching down to easily and literally pull Jon up into his lap in a display of vampiric strength, without really waiting for agreement or allowing refusal.
There's still semen on his lips when he forcefully kisses him, half-hard prick pushing into his thigh. The ardeur could keep him going for hours yet if Jean-Claude let it spiral that way. But-- "You promised me blood, and I have not yet gotten to touch you," he whispers against his mouth, hands tightly holding him at the hips with the same immovable strength. "You are so generous, but let me thank you, hm?"