[ Johnny loves the way Jack practically sings his name, when he cries out and he's everything that matters, when the world burns away and it's just his lover and him, locked in an incredible embrace, when he drowns himself in Jack's embrace, lost in his love. He's kissing him back, hungry and aching as they become one, sealed together -- and when he feels him come, the way hot, sticky seed fills him up, even more unfamiliar than the last; but entirely welcome, his cry is muffled against his mouth.
He's so deep inside that Johnny doesn't know where they separate anymore (and he doesn't care), and he comes a heartbeat after, spilling his own come carelessly in spurts over his lover's stomach, his chest, a few drops catching on his chin. It's intense, when the pleasure roils through him, chases every possible thought from his mind but Jack and what he had given him, still.
Even in this Jack gave him what he needed, and he leans down to kiss him softly, heatedly, when he slows down, the last of his come trickling out from his twitching cock as he settles over him, careful not to rest all his weight on Jack's frame. ]
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He's so deep inside that Johnny doesn't know where they separate anymore (and he doesn't care), and he comes a heartbeat after, spilling his own come carelessly in spurts over his lover's stomach, his chest, a few drops catching on his chin. It's intense, when the pleasure roils through him, chases every possible thought from his mind but Jack and what he had given him, still.
Even in this Jack gave him what he needed, and he leans down to kiss him softly, heatedly, when he slows down, the last of his come trickling out from his twitching cock as he settles over him, careful not to rest all his weight on Jack's frame. ]
Did you -- did you like that? Was it good?