Claude doesn't like to admit that Sebastian is the only one to make him come undone.
He doesn't like it when Sebastian is pinning him down, his forearm on his chest.
And he definitely doesn't like it when his coat it ripped off, shirt pulled open and a hand sneaked inside of his pants to grasp that part of his anatomy that desires attention.
And he doesn't like it when Sebastian looks down at him, fully clothed, as he sweats and writhes for release in his hands.
It's not pleasure. Its torture.
And Claude doesn't like it.
He loves it.