If he had not just had him and if this were not an opening salvo in what Jean-Claude hopes to be a much longer exchange, realizing he is missing two ribs and that he is affected purely by running a hand over the softened space where they used to be would have set Jean-Claude back on him once again with desire. But this is not the right time to get that story, he knows (I'll give you a statement on the day you give one to me, and he takes that as a promise), with them both shuddering with the after-effects of the ardeur and such intensity.
Jean-Claude nips at his lower lip with his fangs one last time, out of playfulness and as a distraction. He lowers his hands away from that intriguing evidence, and slides them under Jon even as he stands, picking him up in an effortless bridal carry. Normally he doesn't display the excessive strength given to vampires so obviously. Here, now, the rush of power is still heady, corresponding gratitude and appreciation welling up. This could have been a debacle, Anita causing yet another problem for him to clean up, and instead it is a delight. Jon is much more than he'd expected.
"We are both a mess. I hope you will allow me the indulgence of bathing you." Cool silk lines his voice as he walks to a hidden panel in the wall and opens it with a brief press. Jean-Claude doesn't exhibit an ounce of hesitation or shame at walking around with both of them perfectly naked. These are his private quarters, and beyond the hidden panel is his bedroom, a lavish area with dim lighting, scattered with personal effects: worn books, a chess set, a basic laptop, a luxurious dressing-robe thrown over the end of an unmade bed where he'd awoken Jason earlier.
Jean-Claude ignores it all to stride toward the door leading to his en-suite bathroom. He will agree to let Jon put himself back together alone if he requests (Anita has trained him well), but he sorely wants to do it for him. As much sex as he's had, aftercare with someone he's fond of is rare and special.
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Jean-Claude nips at his lower lip with his fangs one last time, out of playfulness and as a distraction. He lowers his hands away from that intriguing evidence, and slides them under Jon even as he stands, picking him up in an effortless bridal carry. Normally he doesn't display the excessive strength given to vampires so obviously. Here, now, the rush of power is still heady, corresponding gratitude and appreciation welling up. This could have been a debacle, Anita causing yet another problem for him to clean up, and instead it is a delight. Jon is much more than he'd expected.
"We are both a mess. I hope you will allow me the indulgence of bathing you." Cool silk lines his voice as he walks to a hidden panel in the wall and opens it with a brief press. Jean-Claude doesn't exhibit an ounce of hesitation or shame at walking around with both of them perfectly naked. These are his private quarters, and beyond the hidden panel is his bedroom, a lavish area with dim lighting, scattered with personal effects: worn books, a chess set, a basic laptop, a luxurious dressing-robe thrown over the end of an unmade bed where he'd awoken Jason earlier.
Jean-Claude ignores it all to stride toward the door leading to his en-suite bathroom. He will agree to let Jon put himself back together alone if he requests (Anita has trained him well), but he sorely wants to do it for him. As much sex as he's had, aftercare with someone he's fond of is rare and special.