[ The Jedi ruffles his hair in a very un-Jedi-like fashion and Claude loves it, loves the way he dares being unconventional and vulnerable around him. Loves how he can't be anything else for him, doesn't want to either. Nodding quickly to confirm the date, he makes a mental note to update his official schedule as unavailable from tomorrow afternoon and a rotation ahead, or the Paris councilmen are gonna be mightily impatient when they won't be able to get through to him.
And he really doesn't plan to be available at all. To anyone but Anakin.
The giddiness he feels at making plans to see Anakin again after what already feels like too long is almost silly, except Claude doesn't truly think it's silly at all. It's genuine and heartfelt and true, what more does anyone really want from anything they do? With anyone.
But Anakin isn't just anyone. This feeling is specifically tied to him. It's his. Like the secrets. The sneaking out and telling no one and Claude keeping quiet, too, about his new boyfriend, although there are people left he could tell, with or without his parents in the picture. A moment's pause, then he says, voice quiet: ]
My place, then. [ Another confirmative nod, before Claude leans forward a little bit, lowering his voice, the hoarse quality of it more prominent that way: ] I'll think about you in a moment, Anakin.
[ The pull, and the tug of Anakin's hands when he jerks him off, the sucking tightness of his asshole around his length tomorrow night that he has to imagine, because he's never tried it. A smile, more heated this time, and Claude meets Anakin's eyes briefly before ending the holo call, the room going eerily dark around him as Anakin's image disappears.
Like for a moment, he was the sole light in here. ]
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And he really doesn't plan to be available at all. To anyone but Anakin.
The giddiness he feels at making plans to see Anakin again after what already feels like too long is almost silly, except Claude doesn't truly think it's silly at all. It's genuine and heartfelt and true, what more does anyone really want from anything they do? With anyone.
But Anakin isn't just anyone. This feeling is specifically tied to him. It's his. Like the secrets. The sneaking out and telling no one and Claude keeping quiet, too, about his new boyfriend, although there are people left he could tell, with or without his parents in the picture. A moment's pause, then he says, voice quiet: ]
My place, then. [ Another confirmative nod, before Claude leans forward a little bit, lowering his voice, the hoarse quality of it more prominent that way: ] I'll think about you in a moment, Anakin.
[ The pull, and the tug of Anakin's hands when he jerks him off, the sucking tightness of his asshole around his length tomorrow night that he has to imagine, because he's never tried it. A smile, more heated this time, and Claude meets Anakin's eyes briefly before ending the holo call, the room going eerily dark around him as Anakin's image disappears.
Like for a moment, he was the sole light in here. ]