[ Johnny laughs before he sits up and gets out of bed, peeling his shirt off, then his pants, making sure Jack is watching when he shimmies out of his boxers.
Happily naked, Johnny strolls towards one of the drawers, giving Jack a great view of his ass before he fishes out a crumpled yellow-gold towel cape thing. Fastening it around his neck, he turns around and puffs up his chest, hands on his hips. He's already half-hard and it's obvious. ]
How do I look? Orderly and proper? Do I need to think boring thoughts? [ He adopts a deeper, lower voice. ]
I've caged my inner beast for you for the longest time, baby. No longer.
[He's watching, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Hell, if he had a piece of paper, he'd probably score him. Jack covers his mouth and smile when Johnny spins around. He's not laughing at Johnny Jr., he's not.
The whole thing is just so ridiculous.]
I think you're supposed to think noble thoughts. Feel bad for the filthy things you're about to do to me.
[Jack sits up to start stripping out of his clothes too. All the more to tempt his righteous Seelie.]
Are you coming to claim my shard or give me yours?
[ this whole thing is so horrible and wonderful all at once. Johnny is drawn to Jack, pulled to the way he strips out of his own clothes. His righteous Seelie is more than tempted, when he comes over to him, eyes dark and hungry with fierce desire that probably really would be outrageous to a Seelie (who suck on so many different levels, and not in fun ways).
Johnny stalks towards him, Johnny Jr. in its full bouncing glory before he crawls over his beautifully naked prince, grinning like a hungry (horny) lion. ] Gonna claim your shard, babe. Bring it back on the queen's orders. But --
[ He leans down, lips brushing briefly against his before his fingers are coming to close around Jack's dick, thumbing along the ridged underside, rubbing against the vein. ] you're the big bad evil Unseelie, right? Gonna make me break my vow and do so many filthy and unspeakable things to you?
[Jack's taken part in such debauchery, things that would probably shock even Johnny. And yet he's never felt dirtier than this moment. Or warmer. Just watching Johnny, silly and fearless even in this, it's impossible not to love him.
He watches him crawl over him with sleepy eyes, an equally relaxed smile on his lips. There's a soft gasp when Johnny takes his cock in hand. He's good at that - but then he had plenty of practice with his own.]
You can go to your feast with the taste of me on your lips. [Jack leans in to kiss him again before tipping his chin up.] Go on. You can have your dessert first here.
[ Johnny is charmed, enraptured at the way he smiles at him, gentle and sleepy and relaxed and soft, and he knows that he would spend every waking moment worshiping him like this if he could make Jack feel this way all the time. It's a sensuously filthy moment, a thing that delights him in all the carnal ways, but scrapes so much deeper at the same time.
This is not just another sexual encounter, a bid to pass the time. No, this is intimacy, budding and new, two people connecting with each other through sex, in which sex is the means and not the end.
Johnny delights in Jack's reactions, and when his lover, so damn beautiful, so damn tempting, gives him the go-ahead, Johnny's lips track a hot trail down his throat, his chest and stomach, his other hand possessively tracking over every inch of skin while he keeps stroking his cock, fondling him. ]
Gonna gorge myself on you. [ He growls softly when he reaches the flat of his abdomen, licking a stripe down Jack's cock before he kisses the head of it, suckling gently. ] What if I'm too full with you to go to the feast? What if I don't want anything else but your taste in my mouth? Baby, you ruin me.
[ He suckles a little harder, spreading his legs wider. ]
They would have my head.
[ Okay probably not, but for dramatic purposes, okay? ]
[Johnny has always been something new - he tried to deny it for so long, and it was made easier by the pretty face, the gorgeous body. But there's a life force to him. Light. Being with Johnny makes him seek out those things within himself, and he's surprised when he actually finds them.
He watches him kiss and touch along his body, giving a soft sound of approval as his reward. He gets harder against his palm, can't keep his hips entirely still. At least not until Johnny reaches them.]
Christ.
[Jack gasps softly and grips his hair.]
They can't have your head.
[That mouth, that everything, it all belongs to Jack.]
I'll take you away, pull you somewhere they'll never find you. I'll turn my back on all else. They'll never touch you.
[Jack groans and tips his head back for a moment just to breathe.]
We can find somewhere we can be happy together. Just you and me. Probably rear some chickens and goats. And cows. [ Mmm, steak. ] I'll keep you safe with me and burn anyone else who comes after you.
[ God, look at him. Johnny can't help but pause in this tracks when Jack tips his head up to breathe, the line of his throat so damn alluring that he stares, his cock twitching in blatant desire and aching need.
He wants him so badly it hurts, and he's beginning to wonder if there are more meanings in their words that go beyond their little game. It becomes serious, and in Jack's confessions he wonders if there's a grain of truth. If there is, he's okay with it. He wants it, and he will give of himself in turn, to protect and care for him. He's in love, deeply so, mired in the emotion he's always tried to avoid, and he doesn't realise it yet.
He looks at him in adoration, and refuses to give him time to breathe before he suddenly, abruptly takes him so deeply that he feels the head of his cock press down his throat, plush lips closing around the thick base, nose buried in the soft, dark curls of him.
Johnny breathes, captivated, before his head bobs, testing the waters. ]
[He repeats it with raised eyebrows, sounding entirely dubious. But goddammit, he thinks he could probably be happy with him anyway. He's had a year of not living like a prince and it hasn't killed him.
He means what he said, game or not. And he believes Johnny too, that he would scorch the skin and heart of anyone who came between them, and the ground that they stood on.
Jack's lungs are suddenly aching for oxygen, and he draws a harsh breath, pupils blown as he looks at Johnny. Holy fuck where did he learn that? He moans and grips the bed.]
My god. [He's breathless as he whispers it, moaning again.] I'm joining the Seelie court tomorrow.
[Behold the power of an excellent blowjob. How much quicker they could end this war.]
[ Johnny has to release Jack's cock with a pop before he laughs, coughing because his ridiculously gorgeous lover's cock is a little thicker than he's realised, and his gag reflex still needs some work. ]
Babe, what kind of Unseelie are you? You're not supposed to fold that quickly!
[ But he's delighted anyway, eyes bright with deep, deep fondness (and he's only ever looked at Jack this way). Johnny loves, loves the way he can unravel Jack like so, when he makes him moan and whimper and arch his back. He's been taking notes every time they have sex, learning more about him, what he likes and doesn't, intent on lavishing his attention on every inch of him and drive him wild.
His prince is the one person who can command his attention so effortlessly, and to be honest, Johnny figures that he won't really mind going to have a farm with him too -- it'd be hilarious to see Jack try to chop up wood. Or do normal farmer things.
He moves back to take his cock in his mouth again, giving him that lovely deepthroat treatment once, twice (he's practiced how to do it, okay, just don't ask how) before he starts sucking in earnest, knowing exactly how he likes it, head bobbing up and down with every obscene, lewd little slurp, every greedy suckle, thirsting to have his seed in his mouth. ]
C'mon, [ He purrs, lazy and sweet. ] Come for me. Fill me up.
[Jack tips Johnny's chin up with two fingers, admiring the flush of his skin, his darkened lips. Once, he'd chosen ambition over a heart that beat just for him. He won't be a fool a second time.
Johnny never stops surprising him with just how much he's learned. He's not just getting himself off, he's clearly paying attention to his lover too. (And you can bet he's going to find out exactly where this "practice" came from, as hypocritical as it would be for him to get angry and jealous if another man is involved.) He's good at this, he's so goddamn good at this. Jack bites his bottom lip, panting softly and gripping Johnny's hair as he swallows him whole. Johnny's challenging, almost daring, and it only takes a few more slurps before he's shooting into the other man's mouth, hitting the roof of it and the back of his throat. Jack shudders and cries out, squeezing his eyes shut but still writhing on the bed. The sounds that Jack makes when he comes leave so very little to the imagination, and if there's anyone listening outside Johnny's room, well, you're welcome.]
[ The way Jack sounds when he comes is delightfully intoxicating, the way his voice lilts and rises and it's unmistakable -- it's one of the things that's always made Johnny burn for him, the way he makes his pleasure known. (Maybe he'll tell him one day, where he picked that up from. Maybe he'll take his time just to watch him squirm.) Also he's very sure the entire level of this Spire heard. Ariadne's going to be very cranky in the morning.
Johnny greedily swallows, he's learned that, too, but this one had been all Jack, ever since he'd discovered that he liked swallowing his prince's come. It's thick, bitter-salty, and the way it spurts down his mouth makes Johnny's cock jump.
He considers that response when he swallows once, twice, giving Jack's cock one last thoughtful suck and lick to clean him up before he's moving up to take him into his arms, his own cock still thick and hard, pressed against Jack's hip.
He ignores that in favor of Jack's comment, light fingers coming to affectionately pet his spent cock because he knows how sensitive he gets. He'll remember the sight of him always, his fucking gorgeous body and the look on his face when he comes. Johnny is in love, completely smitten with him, and he feels his heart skip a beat when he realizes the meaning behind that declaration. ]
[Sorry Johnny, did you you think they were finished? Jack might be spent and softening, but that doesn't mean he's sated, not when Johnny is still stiff and pressed against him.
Jack draws him closer. He's ready for his kisses and his fingers and his dick. He goes for his mouth first, drawing back a little at his question. He looks confused for a second, but then he just studies him, his own expression soft.]
Johnny realizes this, and he smiles, real and just as soft and reserved only for Jack, just for Jack, this infuriating man who's somehow got a death grip on his heart and a sway over him that brings light to his life.
Jack might be shadow and darkness, but Johnny looks at him like he hangs the sun, moon snd stars in his sky, like he's the most important person in the world.
His fingers roam, lightly brushing over his balls, wanting to know if he wants more, because Johnny damn well wants to be lost inside of him, to be buried within his lover so deeply that he forgets himself.
This is not ego, not dominance, just bone-deep, primitive need to make love and to revel in the connection when two souls are joined. He is passion, adoration, reverence, and he cups his face to kiss him again, deeply, letting him taste himself. ]
Let me inside you, please.
[ His voice is heavy, thick, his eyes filled with a burning intensity that startles even himself. ] I want to make you happy. Make you sing. God, I want to make love to you so badly right now, I'd get on my knees for you.
[Something comes over Johnny, and it's nearly impossible for Jack to not get caught up in it. Johnny looks at him in that way and kisses him and touches him, and Jack doesn't just respond, he wants to give it all back to him. It's different, the way he also doesn't try to charm him into giving in, he asks, almost pleads and even if Jack had no intention of denying him, now he actually couldn't.]
No. I will never ask you to. I will never...
[Forced to his knees, Jack would never humiliate him like that. He pulls him into a deeper kiss, gripping his shoulders so hard that he's sure to leave bruises. It's okay, they'll be the first of many.]
Show me. Johnny, please show me.
[The happiness and love that he's never known, but it's so close to him now he can taste it.]
[ It's an overwhelming feeling, because Johnny is a proud, wild and fierce creature -- and he knows that he would never be too proud if Jack asked it of him. His heart sinks when he hears 'no', but when it's followed up with the rest of his sentence, well, it takes his breath away.
His haughty, proud prince, the man who's used to having the world at his feet telling him that he could never put Johnny in that position. His eyes widen on wonder, absorbing the emotion that runs high and intense between them, crackling like livewire.
Something changes now, leads so much deeper, and he feels the same joy that bubbles inside of him, enthralled by Jack and the promise that he carries.
He's okay with this. He can burn for this, offer up his heart for better or worse. He can endure complete emotional devastation if it comes with Jack's love.
Johnny wears his bruises proudly and makes a soft, helpless noise at that. He will show him -- he will show him all that he has. He reaches for the lubricant and slicks up his fingers, pushing two deeply, swiftly inside of him in a heartbeat. He swallows whatever sounds Jack makes with a ravenous kiss, desperate to please him, to ravish and worship. ]
[He can have this. It still amazes him, scares him a little too. His entire life, Jack only wanted one thing, and he never would've guessed that having it out of his reach would be the best thing to ever happen to him. But it is when he can have this, free of the shame and sacrifices. Johnny is his and he never has to give him up. He'd like to see someone try to make him.
Jack groans against those perfect lips, warm ones that can kiss and arouse and sometimes form words that enrage him. He'll take it all. Jack feels warmer just for being near him, more alive too. He wonders if he spent his entire life back in Gilboa trapped in ice. He pushes down over those fingers, helping to work himself open, desperate to be joined with him.]
[ That desperation feeds right into Johnny's, too, notching up the intensity and need for him. He slicks up his own cock, too, but it's only just so he can make it smoother for Jack -- and speaking of Jack, he squirms on him like he'd kill to be fucked, and it thrills him to know that he can bring the other man to this.
Jack sheds all his masks for him, and what Johnny sees underneath is nothing short of exquisitely beautiful. It takes his breath away when their bodies come together just like this, intimacy without words, happiness and love closing them off to the rest of the world but each other. In this, Jack never needs to know shame or sacrifice, and when he finally pulls his fingers out and guides his cock into him with an echoing groan, careless, soft words spilling against Jack's mouth. ]
You make me so crazy for you, Jack -- I don't even know --
[ He's seating himself deep, deep inside that tight, slick sheath and he knows Jack's going to need time to adapt himself, to adjust so that it doesn't hurt and ache just as much. His mouth devours Jack's, tongue sliding against his, demanding and yearning. He finds his completion within his prince, hands possessively roaming over his body before sliding under his ass and tugging him up. Closer, closer. They are one again, and nothing can take this away from them. ]
[How many people has he been with that he loved, or even cared about a little bit? He wouldn't need an entire hand to count them. How many people has he been with that he didn't even want to be with? That's another story. Putting on a show, going through the motions. Sex has been that for Jack more than it hasn't.
He doesn't care if it aches, if he's sore for days. With Johnny there's a love and a desire that he almost doesn't dare to believe is real sometimes. But Johnny's always there to remind him, as fearless with his affection as he is with everything else.]
I know, I do know. Johnny
[Jack knows because he makes him feel the same way. He moans and clenches around him, sweet and slick, taking every last inch like he was born for it. Maybe he couldn't be king, but he could be loved. He digs his fingers into Johnny's back, marking him as his own.]
[ Jack practically sings his name and Johnny is captivated, so hopelessly drawn and smitten that he doesn't know where they actually ever end. They're tangled together, connected and tied together in ways that he's never quite felt before with anyone else.
With them, it was all fun and games and when it wasn't, all he had to do was leave. With Jack, things become very different, things become... this. Sex with Jack is more than just an exercise in ridding themselves of boredom. Sex with him is incredible, and Johnny can never dream of a time when he's without him.
He'll remind Jack of that, time after time, showing him that this is what they can both have, something that is theirs that they can treasure, whatever this is. He's so very beautifully slick and tight inside, pulsing around him as he starts moving, fucking him into the mattress firmly, the bedsprings creaking in time with their lovemaking.
He doesn't care, not when the obscenely sensuous sound of flesh against flesh coming together over and over again, and their ragged, mingled breath is all he hears. He hisses when Jack digs his fingers into his back, and knows that he will love him, fiercely, completely. ]
Never. [ He almost snarls against his mouth, a promise. ] Never going to let you go -- you're mine.
[Jack wants to deny it, wants to taunt him, but he only has enough oxygen for breathing. No one else has left him this breathless. No one else has made him feel this way, period. He's treasured, wanted for who he he is apart from king and country.
He'll let Johnny claim him, but eventually he rolls him over, switches their positions so he can ride him and admire the view. Johnny is beautiful underneath, warm and fuzzy. Like a teddy bear. He grins to himself, sliding his hand along his lover's chest.]
[ While Johnny would have normally flipped them back over, uncomfortable with taking a passive role in any way -- he's learned, and he's more than happy to let Jack straddle him. He looks up at him with no small amount of fondness, heart swelling with affection as his hands come to curve over his prince's ass.
He's cherished, that much is obvious, and by none more than Johnny Storm, who's only just discovering that he likes this view very much, too, when Jack is controlling the thrusts and the angle and Johnny is more than happy to watch him. He rolls his hips playfully to nudge inside of him, testing, basking under his hands. ]
This isn't...this isn't a time I do a lot of thinking, Johnny.
[Jack laughs, breathless, but he is openly admiring the man beneath him from under his lashes. There's some thought process, in there with the heat and the pleasure.
He leans forward, carefully, readjusting the angle that he moves up and down his cock before he looks back at Johnny's face, pressing his lips to his chin.]
I'm thinking about how I never want to leave this bed.
[And not just the bed, he never wants to leave Johnny.]
I think Ari's going to be really grumpy in the morning. You make hot sex sounds, you know.
[ Johnny chuckles, just as breathless, smitten and intoxicated with the way Jack looks at him. He's sure at least some people heard, and he's very certain that the people on their level definitely got some wind of what they were playing at.
But he doesn't care -- his Jack is together with him, the world boiled down to just them both, and he knows he's never been luckier. His free hand trails up Jack's spine, cupping the back of his neck as he nuzzles against him, the other hand moving down between their bodies to grasp Jack's cock in his curled fingers. ]
Never leave this bed. I'll bring you breakfast, and lunch, and dinner. [ He gently nips at his lip. ] Get you to make more really hot sex sounds. I swear, half the spire gets off to you.
[His hands find Johnny's free hand, lacing their fingers together before he pushes himself up a little. He pushes his hips down harder, wanting Johnny to really feel it, curving his back and making himself feel it in the process, enough that it drives the sounds from him. He can't hold them back, and now he doesn't have to.]
I'll make all the sounds that I want. [Jack's voice is rough. He drops his head, watching his cock slide through Johnny's fingers, slick with leaking pre-come.] I'll scream if I feel like it. I'll praise your cock until everyone here knows it down to the very last detail without ever laying eyes on it. I'll make them worship it on faith alone. A new cult.
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[Jack moves to the side, the grin on lips nothing less than wicked as he lets him free.]
But only after you take everything else off.
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Happily naked, Johnny strolls towards one of the drawers, giving Jack a great view of his ass before he fishes out a crumpled yellow-gold towel cape thing. Fastening it around his neck, he turns around and puffs up his chest, hands on his hips. He's already half-hard and it's obvious. ]
How do I look? Orderly and proper? Do I need to think boring thoughts? [ He adopts a deeper, lower voice. ]
I've caged my inner beast for you for the longest time, baby. No longer.
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The whole thing is just so ridiculous.]
I think you're supposed to think noble thoughts. Feel bad for the filthy things you're about to do to me.
[Jack sits up to start stripping out of his clothes too. All the more to tempt his righteous Seelie.]
Are you coming to claim my shard or give me yours?
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Johnny stalks towards him, Johnny Jr. in its full bouncing glory before he crawls over his beautifully naked prince, grinning like a hungry (horny) lion. ] Gonna claim your shard, babe. Bring it back on the queen's orders. But --
[ He leans down, lips brushing briefly against his before his fingers are coming to close around Jack's dick, thumbing along the ridged underside, rubbing against the vein. ] you're the big bad evil Unseelie, right? Gonna make me break my vow and do so many filthy and unspeakable things to you?
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He watches him crawl over him with sleepy eyes, an equally relaxed smile on his lips. There's a soft gasp when Johnny takes his cock in hand. He's good at that - but then he had plenty of practice with his own.]
You can go to your feast with the taste of me on your lips. [Jack leans in to kiss him again before tipping his chin up.] Go on. You can have your dessert first here.
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This is not just another sexual encounter, a bid to pass the time. No, this is intimacy, budding and new, two people connecting with each other through sex, in which sex is the means and not the end.
Johnny delights in Jack's reactions, and when his lover, so damn beautiful, so damn tempting, gives him the go-ahead, Johnny's lips track a hot trail down his throat, his chest and stomach, his other hand possessively tracking over every inch of skin while he keeps stroking his cock, fondling him. ]
Gonna gorge myself on you. [ He growls softly when he reaches the flat of his abdomen, licking a stripe down Jack's cock before he kisses the head of it, suckling gently. ] What if I'm too full with you to go to the feast? What if I don't want anything else but your taste in my mouth? Baby, you ruin me.
[ He suckles a little harder, spreading his legs wider. ]
They would have my head.
[ Okay probably not, but for dramatic purposes, okay? ]
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He watches him kiss and touch along his body, giving a soft sound of approval as his reward. He gets harder against his palm, can't keep his hips entirely still. At least not until Johnny reaches them.]
Christ.
[Jack gasps softly and grips his hair.]
They can't have your head.
[That mouth, that everything, it all belongs to Jack.]
I'll take you away, pull you somewhere they'll never find you. I'll turn my back on all else. They'll never touch you.
[Jack groans and tips his head back for a moment just to breathe.]
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[ God, look at him. Johnny can't help but pause in this tracks when Jack tips his head up to breathe, the line of his throat so damn alluring that he stares, his cock twitching in blatant desire and aching need.
He wants him so badly it hurts, and he's beginning to wonder if there are more meanings in their words that go beyond their little game. It becomes serious, and in Jack's confessions he wonders if there's a grain of truth. If there is, he's okay with it. He wants it, and he will give of himself in turn, to protect and care for him. He's in love, deeply so, mired in the emotion he's always tried to avoid, and he doesn't realise it yet.
He looks at him in adoration, and refuses to give him time to breathe before he suddenly, abruptly takes him so deeply that he feels the head of his cock press down his throat, plush lips closing around the thick base, nose buried in the soft, dark curls of him.
Johnny breathes, captivated, before his head bobs, testing the waters. ]
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[He repeats it with raised eyebrows, sounding entirely dubious. But goddammit, he thinks he could probably be happy with him anyway. He's had a year of not living like a prince and it hasn't killed him.
He means what he said, game or not. And he believes Johnny too, that he would scorch the skin and heart of anyone who came between them, and the ground that they stood on.
Jack's lungs are suddenly aching for oxygen, and he draws a harsh breath, pupils blown as he looks at Johnny. Holy fuck where did he learn that? He moans and grips the bed.]
My god. [He's breathless as he whispers it, moaning again.] I'm joining the Seelie court tomorrow.
[Behold the power of an excellent blowjob. How much quicker they could end this war.]
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Babe, what kind of Unseelie are you? You're not supposed to fold that quickly!
[ But he's delighted anyway, eyes bright with deep, deep fondness (and he's only ever looked at Jack this way). Johnny loves, loves the way he can unravel Jack like so, when he makes him moan and whimper and arch his back. He's been taking notes every time they have sex, learning more about him, what he likes and doesn't, intent on lavishing his attention on every inch of him and drive him wild.
His prince is the one person who can command his attention so effortlessly, and to be honest, Johnny figures that he won't really mind going to have a farm with him too -- it'd be hilarious to see Jack try to chop up wood. Or do normal farmer things.
He moves back to take his cock in his mouth again, giving him that lovely deepthroat treatment once, twice (he's practiced how to do it, okay, just don't ask how) before he starts sucking in earnest, knowing exactly how he likes it, head bobbing up and down with every obscene, lewd little slurp, every greedy suckle, thirsting to have his seed in his mouth. ]
C'mon, [ He purrs, lazy and sweet. ] Come for me. Fill me up.
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[Jack tips Johnny's chin up with two fingers, admiring the flush of his skin, his darkened lips. Once, he'd chosen ambition over a heart that beat just for him. He won't be a fool a second time.
Johnny never stops surprising him with just how much he's learned. He's not just getting himself off, he's clearly paying attention to his lover too. (And you can bet he's going to find out exactly where this "practice" came from, as hypocritical as it would be for him to get angry and jealous if another man is involved.) He's good at this, he's so goddamn good at this. Jack bites his bottom lip, panting softly and gripping Johnny's hair as he swallows him whole. Johnny's challenging, almost daring, and it only takes a few more slurps before he's shooting into the other man's mouth, hitting the roof of it and the back of his throat. Jack shudders and cries out, squeezing his eyes shut but still writhing on the bed. The sounds that Jack makes when he comes leave so very little to the imagination, and if there's anyone listening outside Johnny's room, well, you're welcome.]
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Johnny greedily swallows, he's learned that, too, but this one had been all Jack, ever since he'd discovered that he liked swallowing his prince's come. It's thick, bitter-salty, and the way it spurts down his mouth makes Johnny's cock jump.
He considers that response when he swallows once, twice, giving Jack's cock one last thoughtful suck and lick to clean him up before he's moving up to take him into his arms, his own cock still thick and hard, pressed against Jack's hip.
He ignores that in favor of Jack's comment, light fingers coming to affectionately pet his spent cock because he knows how sensitive he gets. He'll remember the sight of him always, his fucking gorgeous body and the look on his face when he comes. Johnny is in love, completely smitten with him, and he feels his heart skip a beat when he realizes the meaning behind that declaration. ]
Did you really mean that?
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Jack draws him closer. He's ready for his kisses and his fingers and his dick. He goes for his mouth first, drawing back a little at his question. He looks confused for a second, but then he just studies him, his own expression soft.]
You're the only one I will never lie to.
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Johnny realizes this, and he smiles, real and just as soft and reserved only for Jack, just for Jack, this infuriating man who's somehow got a death grip on his heart and a sway over him that brings light to his life.
Jack might be shadow and darkness, but Johnny looks at him like he hangs the sun, moon snd stars in his sky, like he's the most important person in the world.
His fingers roam, lightly brushing over his balls, wanting to know if he wants more, because Johnny damn well wants to be lost inside of him, to be buried within his lover so deeply that he forgets himself.
This is not ego, not dominance, just bone-deep, primitive need to make love and to revel in the connection when two souls are joined. He is passion, adoration, reverence, and he cups his face to kiss him again, deeply, letting him taste himself. ]
Let me inside you, please.
[ His voice is heavy, thick, his eyes filled with a burning intensity that startles even himself. ] I want to make you happy. Make you sing. God, I want to make love to you so badly right now, I'd get on my knees for you.
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No. I will never ask you to. I will never...
[Forced to his knees, Jack would never humiliate him like that. He pulls him into a deeper kiss, gripping his shoulders so hard that he's sure to leave bruises. It's okay, they'll be the first of many.]
Show me. Johnny, please show me.
[The happiness and love that he's never known, but it's so close to him now he can taste it.]
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His haughty, proud prince, the man who's used to having the world at his feet telling him that he could never put Johnny in that position. His eyes widen on wonder, absorbing the emotion that runs high and intense between them, crackling like livewire.
Something changes now, leads so much deeper, and he feels the same joy that bubbles inside of him, enthralled by Jack and the promise that he carries.
He's okay with this. He can burn for this, offer up his heart for better or worse. He can endure complete emotional devastation if it comes with Jack's love.
Johnny wears his bruises proudly and makes a soft, helpless noise at that. He will show him -- he will show him all that he has. He reaches for the lubricant and slicks up his fingers, pushing two deeply, swiftly inside of him in a heartbeat. He swallows whatever sounds Jack makes with a ravenous kiss, desperate to please him, to ravish and worship. ]
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Jack groans against those perfect lips, warm ones that can kiss and arouse and sometimes form words that enrage him. He'll take it all. Jack feels warmer just for being near him, more alive too. He wonders if he spent his entire life back in Gilboa trapped in ice. He pushes down over those fingers, helping to work himself open, desperate to be joined with him.]
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Jack sheds all his masks for him, and what Johnny sees underneath is nothing short of exquisitely beautiful. It takes his breath away when their bodies come together just like this, intimacy without words, happiness and love closing them off to the rest of the world but each other. In this, Jack never needs to know shame or sacrifice, and when he finally pulls his fingers out and guides his cock into him with an echoing groan, careless, soft words spilling against Jack's mouth. ]
You make me so crazy for you, Jack -- I don't even know --
[ He's seating himself deep, deep inside that tight, slick sheath and he knows Jack's going to need time to adapt himself, to adjust so that it doesn't hurt and ache just as much. His mouth devours Jack's, tongue sliding against his, demanding and yearning. He finds his completion within his prince, hands possessively roaming over his body before sliding under his ass and tugging him up. Closer, closer. They are one again, and nothing can take this away from them. ]
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He doesn't care if it aches, if he's sore for days. With Johnny there's a love and a desire that he almost doesn't dare to believe is real sometimes. But Johnny's always there to remind him, as fearless with his affection as he is with everything else.]
I know, I do know. Johnny
[Jack knows because he makes him feel the same way. He moans and clenches around him, sweet and slick, taking every last inch like he was born for it. Maybe he couldn't be king, but he could be loved. He digs his fingers into Johnny's back, marking him as his own.]
Don't let me go.
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With them, it was all fun and games and when it wasn't, all he had to do was leave. With Jack, things become very different, things become... this. Sex with Jack is more than just an exercise in ridding themselves of boredom. Sex with him is incredible, and Johnny can never dream of a time when he's without him.
He'll remind Jack of that, time after time, showing him that this is what they can both have, something that is theirs that they can treasure, whatever this is. He's so very beautifully slick and tight inside, pulsing around him as he starts moving, fucking him into the mattress firmly, the bedsprings creaking in time with their lovemaking.
He doesn't care, not when the obscenely sensuous sound of flesh against flesh coming together over and over again, and their ragged, mingled breath is all he hears. He hisses when Jack digs his fingers into his back, and knows that he will love him, fiercely, completely. ]
Never. [ He almost snarls against his mouth, a promise. ] Never going to let you go -- you're mine.
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He'll let Johnny claim him, but eventually he rolls him over, switches their positions so he can ride him and admire the view. Johnny is beautiful underneath, warm and fuzzy. Like a teddy bear. He grins to himself, sliding his hand along his lover's chest.]
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He's cherished, that much is obvious, and by none more than Johnny Storm, who's only just discovering that he likes this view very much, too, when Jack is controlling the thrusts and the angle and Johnny is more than happy to watch him. He rolls his hips playfully to nudge inside of him, testing, basking under his hands. ]
Tell me what you're thinking.
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[Jack laughs, breathless, but he is openly admiring the man beneath him from under his lashes. There's some thought process, in there with the heat and the pleasure.
He leans forward, carefully, readjusting the angle that he moves up and down his cock before he looks back at Johnny's face, pressing his lips to his chin.]
I'm thinking about how I never want to leave this bed.
[And not just the bed, he never wants to leave Johnny.]
Do you think everyone can hear us?
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[ Johnny chuckles, just as breathless, smitten and intoxicated with the way Jack looks at him. He's sure at least some people heard, and he's very certain that the people on their level definitely got some wind of what they were playing at.
But he doesn't care -- his Jack is together with him, the world boiled down to just them both, and he knows he's never been luckier. His free hand trails up Jack's spine, cupping the back of his neck as he nuzzles against him, the other hand moving down between their bodies to grasp Jack's cock in his curled fingers. ]
Never leave this bed. I'll bring you breakfast, and lunch, and dinner. [ He gently nips at his lip. ] Get you to make more really hot sex sounds. I swear, half the spire gets off to you.
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[His hands find Johnny's free hand, lacing their fingers together before he pushes himself up a little. He pushes his hips down harder, wanting Johnny to really feel it, curving his back and making himself feel it in the process, enough that it drives the sounds from him. He can't hold them back, and now he doesn't have to.]
I'll make all the sounds that I want. [Jack's voice is rough. He drops his head, watching his cock slide through Johnny's fingers, slick with leaking pre-come.] I'll scream if I feel like it. I'll praise your cock until everyone here knows it down to the very last detail without ever laying eyes on it. I'll make them worship it on faith alone. A new cult.
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