Page 73 of Snow Storm

Claude took him by the hips and kissed him. His tongue was slightly bitter, but the taste didn’t last as he deepened the kiss. His hands released the door to pull Harley’s sweats down to his ankles, and then he tugged at the hem of his sweater until Harley’s arms lifted, and he pulled it away.

Just like that, he was naked, standing at attention with his thick, flushed cock desperate to be touched. But Claude wasn’t giving in that easily. They’d done this enough times now that Harley knew it would be a long night of being teased into oblivion.

And God, he would die happy if he was struck down in that moment.

“Come,” Claude told him.

He wished that had been a command to orgasm, but he knew better. He kicked his sweats off his feet, then followed Claude into the bedroom and let him guide him to the bed. It was still unmade from the night before, and the sheets were cold against his bare, heated skin.

He hissed at the contact, but the sound turned into a moan as Claude lowered himself down and ground against him. His sweats were soft but felt harsh against his naked cock. It was touch, but not the kind he wanted.

“Je veux te manger,” Claude told him, enunciating carefully.

Harley swallowed heavily. He couldn’t understand him, but he somehow knew. “Tell me what that means, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want to taste you,” Claude murmured.

Harley’s face heated. “Like…” He turned his neck, offering his skin there.

Claude laughed and shook his head. “No, chéri. Not there. I think you know where.”

“Show me,” Harley whispered.

One of Claude’s hands drifted down his sternum, past his cock, behind his balls. He urged Harley’s leg to bend, and then carefully, he pressed two fingers against his hole. “Will you let me?”

“Please, oh God, please,” Harley begged.

Claude’s smile was a little dark, and he began to kiss his way down Harley’s body. It was on will alone that he didn’t come when Claude gave the tip of his dick a wet, messy, thorough kiss.

“Fuck, d-don’t do that if you want me to last.”

“I’ll consider it,” Claude told him, then took his balls into his mouth and rolled them gently with his tongue. Harley’s thighs began to shake, and he hooked his hands around his knees, pulling them up to his chest.

He was exposed. Completely. He could feel Claude’s breath over where he wanted his mouth most, and his stomach was tight with anticipation.

“Claude,” he whined.

“I think you need to be more polite than that, chéri.”

“Uhg. Fuck.” Harley licked his lips. “Please. Please…”Kiss me there, touch me there, put your tongue inside me and make me see God. But those words wouldn’t come.

Claude didn’t seem to mind. Please was enough. He gave Harley’s sac one final, long lick, and then he lowered his head, spread his cheeks wide, and immediately pushed his tongue inside him. The noise Harley made wasn’t quite human. He didn’t even realize he was capable of sounding like that. The noise rattled in his throat, tearing from his chest, and his whole body spasmed.

“Yes,” Claude murmured. He whispered a long string of French, then pressed his face harder against Harley’s ass and pushed his tongue deeper.

It was a pleasure Harley had never known. It wasn’t hard enough or rough enough to make him come. Not without his cock being touched, but it didn’t matter. He would have happily and willingly floated on the edge of this ecstasy for the rest of his life if he was able.

Claude’s tongue thrust in and out, leaving him slightly open, sloppy, wet, and soft. Harley’s back arched, and he found himself fucking his hips against Claude’s face. Shit. He hadn’t meant to take it that far.

When he stopped, he felt a gentle, careful slap against his ass. “I didn’t say to stop. Do it, my love. Fuck my face.”

Harley’s vision whited out at those words, and his body obeyed without his conscious effort. His hips moved, his nails digging into the skin behind his knees almost hard enough tobreak skin. His chest was tight, and he realized belatedly that he was holding his breath.

He let it out, gasping in as soon as he could, and he felt Claude’s tongue slowly slip out. He gave a noise of protest, of anguish because he didn’t want to be empty, but two fingers quickly filled him. He wasn’t slick enough from spit alone, but the feeling kept him grounded.

Claude kissed along the curve of his ass, then along the inside of his thighs until his breathing began to slow. “There you go. Come back to me, chéri. Come back.”

“I’m here.” The words were thick in his mouth, but they were clear enough. Claude kissed his leg one more time, then moved all the way up his body without removing his fingers.

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