Claude arches into him beautifully - as he suspected he would, always one for showing off. He smiles against the man's throat, a quiet chuckle ruffling the dark hair with warm breath. And that hand, dragged back to where he wants it, only teases around the area, before sliding back up to playfully tweak at one of his nipples instead.

His gaze meets Jesper's over Claude's shoulders, dark with anticipation and hunger. He sees that gleam of silver, feels a rush of heat that draws a husky moan from his lips, muffled against Claude's flesh as his eyes flutter closed for a moment before he's pressing against the man's back more firmly. The press of his growing arousal - impossible to resist when temptation is luring them so sweetly, a siren's call that will not be denied. His hands grasp a little more firmly, less a teasing caress now and more a hint of demand. A careless disregard with his outfit, as fine as it is.

He wants the warm flesh underneath, that pool of desire within him flaring from a simmer into something far hungrier.

"I'm never opposed to causing some wrinkles. Or more." A pause, before he gives a short, bemused snicker. "And no, 'shy' is not a problem any of us have ever had, I'd wager."