[ Does he want you to say it? Yes, he does. He very much does. He's nuzzling into his hand, pressing kisses to his palm lazily, looking back at him wickedly. ]
No. [ Someone's got to give you grief for all the times you've given grief to people, Jack. Johnny takes his sacred duty very seriously.
He pretends to think about that one as he tangles his limbs together with his, relishing the intimacy, the way he gets to share this with someone he cares so much about. ]
I think we are way more than that. You make me so mad sometimes but we're definitely more than that.
[Jack snorts softly at that, because he makes Johnny mad sometimes? That's rich. But he knows that it's true. Whatever this is, it amps up that too. There's rarely frustration when you can just walk away from something. But they both know that they can't.
He scoots down, getting closer, more comfortable before smirking.]
[ It's all right, Johnny supposes that even when they're fighting, he would much rather be around him than anyone else -- it's just that simple. Jack might drive him nuts and he might do the same to him regularly, but at the end of the day he's learning that they both go back to the same bed.
That's what matters.
He moves to adjust himself when Jack cuddles close, and he hums mischievously. ] I can think about plenty of things you'd ask. Like how'd you get so lucky that you landed a stud like me?
[It's so quick and instant that it could only be true. Jack goes quiet though, like he's trying to figure out how to best approach the subject. He never actually has before, didn't need to.]
[ While Johnny's first instinct is to be smug at him a little more, there's something about Jack's tone of voice that makes him pause. He knows that he's serious about this, and, while idly tracking fingers up and down his spine, he raises his brows at him. ]
I know that tone. That tone means you want to do something to my ass.
[ Johnny regards him thoughtfully, studying Jack's expression and considering his proposal. While the ass-wrecking sounds intimidating -- look, right up until now Johnny has been the one doing the wrecking to Jack's ass -- he trusts him.
He's been mulling over it ever since they'd fought about that and Jack brought a male prostitute into his bed, and he nods, finally. ]
[And Jack has never once complained about said wrecking, has never made it seem like anything but pleasurable to have Johnny inside him. There's a little reassurance right there.
Jack smiles at him, sitting up in bed even more.]
On your stomach. [He commands softly.] I just want to kiss you.
[To trail them over his shoulders and along his spine, soft sinful lips against warm skin. Of course Jack has something else in mind too, a sort of kiss, but one that he doubts Johnny has ever been given before.]
[ Johnny, none the wiser as to what Jack really intends to do, pushes the sheets off them both and rolls over on his stomach, grinning over his shoulder at him. ]
I like that idea. [ How many nights had he spent doing the same, tracking kisses down his spine, lingering at the dip before he draws back to his shoulders, reveling in Jack's body and the way he utters his pleasure?
[Many nights, many of them attempts to get Jack in the mood for more, and many of them worked. Johnny is affectionate, and likes doing things with his mouth, whether it's shooting it off or kissing.
Jack, he's done a thing or two with his mouth too, and he's about to show him one. He brushes his lips against his lover's skin, the kiss so light that he watches for the shiver to course through Johnny's body. He slides his hands over the smooth curve of his ass as he goes, almost worshipful. For a moment it does seem like he's on his way back up - but then he doesn't rise.
He presses a kiss to one soft cheek, before spreading it gently. This, this is where Johnny may start to get nervous, and Jack murmurs his reassurance with a velvety voice.]
Just a kiss.
[And true to his word, he dips his head to press one against the puckered furl.]
[ Just a kiss, and Johnny's gasp is sharp, startled. His eyes are wide when Jack's sinfully gorgeous lips find the pucker of his hole, and he arches his back when the sensation of it goes right to his balls.
They might have gone twice this night, but this is something new entirely. This is good, and he'd never thought it would feel this amazing. Gripping the pillow tighter, immeasurably fond of his lover's attention, Johnny exhales. ]
God, Jack. [ His voice is shaky, strained and wanting, aching for more. He's never felt like this before -- not the way Jack is turning the tables on him and blowing his mind. ] Where did you even learn that?
[Johnny likes it, and there's no doubt of that. Jack had lingered, ready to retreat if he hadn't. But the tension in his body and the way his breath catches tells him that he does, very much.]
Do you really want me to answer that question?
[Telling him about how he learned to do this, or how he learned about the pleasure of it. Jack makes himself more comfortable, spreading him with both hands now to expose him more. Jack kisses again, again, then brushes his tongue against him, all designed to slowly drive him crazy.]
You're going to come for me, Johnny. Just from this.
This means you're changing the sheets. I'm not sleeping in a puddle of my own cum.
[ Johnny tells him half-heartedly, his attention fixated more on what Jack is doing than anything else. He loves it, and he decides that he doesn't want to know. He doesn't want to know about anyone who's previously brought his lover such pleasure, and he makes a note to do it back to him when he gets a chance.
Pushing his ass upwards with a soft sigh, obviously wanting more as he can't help but clench up, Johnny groans at the maddening pleasure than makes him so very hard. He's pressing into the mattress, his cock filling out with arousal as he spreads his legs further.
Wow, if this is what it's like receiving that kind of pleasure, he sure as hell has been missing out. Shivering, he swallows hard.]
That feels good, babe. Yeah -- right there. I'm so going to do this to you when I get my mind back.
[Jack laughs softly before going back to work, not that there's any work to it. He holds him firm, only giving as much or as little as he wants to at any given time. Jack wants to hear him moan, wants to inspire filthy things to pour out of his mouth.
He presses more kisses against his hole, dry brushes of his lips. Sometimes he bites the inside of his cheek gently. Jack finally starts to use his tongue properly, licking against it, circling it, teasing the rim with the tip of it. He has Johnny good and wet, just a little bit loose before he pauses.]
[ Johnny, always a sensuous creature, is slowly but steadily being pushed to the limit by Jack's talented lips, and he's squirming against him, unable to help himself as pleasure renders him nearly incoherent. He loves the touch of Jack's mouth, the way he bites, teeth scraping over his skin. His hole is puckered but loosened by his lover's patience, and he shivers, reaching back to clumsily run his fingers through Jack's short dark hair, egging him on, encouraging him.
He's never felt this intensely before, unable to hold on to his own self-control as Jack renders him completely at his mercy, aching and whining and rutting against the sheets. ]
I want your mouth on me all the fucking time. I want you taking me apart like you are now. I can't -- I can't think of anything else but you.
[Jack drops another kiss as a reward for Johnny saying it, and for all the encouragement that he gives. But there's still a step further that he can take it, and he does when he gently works his tongue into him, just the tip, wet and soft penetrating him.
He said he was going to get him off on just this, but Jack reaches down and under him, letting his cock throb in his hand before he starts to stroke him.]
The way that hot, slick tongue presses against his hole is too much, the wave of pleasure an overwhelming one he can't hold back -- he never thought that he'd feel like this, that sensitive endings could push him forward so quickly so soon.
He cries out, unable to help himself, and his prince's hand around his cock is all that's needed for him to come into his hand, the sheets, spurting sticky, hot seed into his fingers again and again, blanking out for a moment as he clenches hard. ]
[The way Johnny cries out makes Jack want to do even more, fuck him with his fingers if not his cock yet. He knows he can make him feel even better, could get him hard again faster than he ever has in his entire life, could make his hand drip with seed from coming over and over again. Jack could make him scream his name until it's the only word he knows.
But another voice whispers, not yet. Johnny's put a tremendous amount of trust in him, and Jack will repay it by making sure that they take their time. He pushes himself up, pressing a kiss to the base of his spine]
[ Johnny challenges him breathlessly, because he wants to filthy them both up -- he's aware that his lover hasn't come yet, and he blindly reaches around behind him to stroke his hair, cradling the back of his head at the kiss.
He's never felt like this before, the surge of intense pleasure that takes his breath away. He squirms under him restlessly, whispering his name quietly, wanting more. ]
Show me -- I want you to show me what you like. What you want to do with me.
[Jack's cock practically pulses at that. He wants it, wants it so badly, but for the first time in his life he's truly concerned about someone else's pleasure.
What if Jack can't give it to him?
This should be encouraging, the smell of sex in the room and Johnny still nearly breathless.]
What if I want to keep you hungry, hm? [Jack hums, circling a finger around his hole.] What if I want to keep the things that make men scream all to myself?
[ But you see, what if Jack can? Johnny cares less about the pleasure than the fact that it's Jack who's giving it to him, and letting someone else do this for the first time with him is overwhelming, memorable enough as it is.
He's arching, writhing underneath him, reveling in the sex, their intimacy, and he feels his words as much as hears them. He looks back at him over his shoulder, eyes dark underneath heavy golden lashes. ] I'm always hungry for you, don't you know that? And I know you won't let me go without.
[The desire, the trust in Johnny's words and his eyes, they're more potent than even the lust. Jack keeps his eyes locked on his lover's as he bends his head down to drop another kiss to his skin.
He's still wet from his tongue. Jack was...enthusiastic in his attention. His hole nearly feels like a woman. He sinks his finger into it, the give of Johnny's hole easy enough despite the warm clench once inside.]
You will enjoy this. [It's not overconfidence, not really. It's a promise.] I'll make you feel good, Johnny.
[ It's a profound, moving moment between them -- the solid establishment of trust that goes deeper than anything they've previously known; this is another important step in their relationship, the moment that Johnny proves that he's not just paying lip service.
This is where their roles are reversed, when he submits consciously, whole-heartedly, even if he might not know about what Jack intends to do. All he knows is this: he won't hurt him. Johnny's still wet from his tongue, slick inside, loosened a little from Jack's gifted tongue. He tightens around him instinctively, but forces himself to relax, to trust in that promise, too.
Johnny's nervous, of course he's nervous, but he presses back against him, inviting and playful, a mischievous little grin growing on his lips. ] C'mon, babe. What're you waiting for? My ass is right here. [ He wiggles it, shuddering with pleasure when he feels him inside. ] You gonna fuck me? Tell me, make it dirty, 'cause I'm gonna let you.
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[ Does he want you to say it? Yes, he does. He very much does. He's nuzzling into his hand, pressing kisses to his palm lazily, looking back at him wickedly. ]
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Are we boyfriends.
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He pretends to think about that one as he tangles his limbs together with his, relishing the intimacy, the way he gets to share this with someone he cares so much about. ]
I think we are way more than that. You make me so mad sometimes but we're definitely more than that.
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He scoots down, getting closer, more comfortable before smirking.]
You know what I'm going to ask you, don't you?
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That's what matters.
He moves to adjust himself when Jack cuddles close, and he hums mischievously. ] I can think about plenty of things you'd ask. Like how'd you get so lucky that you landed a stud like me?
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[It's so quick and instant that it could only be true. Jack goes quiet though, like he's trying to figure out how to best approach the subject. He never actually has before, didn't need to.]
I want a chance to show you more.
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I know that tone. That tone means you want to do something to my ass.
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[Okay, maybe that's not the best way to put it. Jack tsks at himself before propping his head up on his elbow.]
You don't know how good it can feel. I want to show you. But you have to trust me first.
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He's been mulling over it ever since they'd fought about that and Jack brought a male prostitute into his bed, and he nods, finally. ]
Okay. What did you want to do?
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Jack smiles at him, sitting up in bed even more.]
On your stomach. [He commands softly.] I just want to kiss you.
[To trail them over his shoulders and along his spine, soft sinful lips against warm skin. Of course Jack has something else in mind too, a sort of kiss, but one that he doubts Johnny has ever been given before.]
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I like that idea. [ How many nights had he spent doing the same, tracking kisses down his spine, lingering at the dip before he draws back to his shoulders, reveling in Jack's body and the way he utters his pleasure?
He settles, hugging the pillow. ]
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Jack, he's done a thing or two with his mouth too, and he's about to show him one. He brushes his lips against his lover's skin, the kiss so light that he watches for the shiver to course through Johnny's body. He slides his hands over the smooth curve of his ass as he goes, almost worshipful. For a moment it does seem like he's on his way back up - but then he doesn't rise.
He presses a kiss to one soft cheek, before spreading it gently. This, this is where Johnny may start to get nervous, and Jack murmurs his reassurance with a velvety voice.]
Just a kiss.
[And true to his word, he dips his head to press one against the puckered furl.]
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They might have gone twice this night, but this is something new entirely. This is good, and he'd never thought it would feel this amazing. Gripping the pillow tighter, immeasurably fond of his lover's attention, Johnny exhales. ]
God, Jack. [ His voice is shaky, strained and wanting, aching for more. He's never felt like this before -- not the way Jack is turning the tables on him and blowing his mind. ] Where did you even learn that?
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Do you really want me to answer that question?
[Telling him about how he learned to do this, or how he learned about the pleasure of it. Jack makes himself more comfortable, spreading him with both hands now to expose him more. Jack kisses again, again, then brushes his tongue against him, all designed to slowly drive him crazy.]
You're going to come for me, Johnny. Just from this.
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[ Johnny tells him half-heartedly, his attention fixated more on what Jack is doing than anything else. He loves it, and he decides that he doesn't want to know. He doesn't want to know about anyone who's previously brought his lover such pleasure, and he makes a note to do it back to him when he gets a chance.
Pushing his ass upwards with a soft sigh, obviously wanting more as he can't help but clench up, Johnny groans at the maddening pleasure than makes him so very hard. He's pressing into the mattress, his cock filling out with arousal as he spreads his legs further.
Wow, if this is what it's like receiving that kind of pleasure, he sure as hell has been missing out. Shivering, he swallows hard.]
That feels good, babe. Yeah -- right there. I'm so going to do this to you when I get my mind back.
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He presses more kisses against his hole, dry brushes of his lips. Sometimes he bites the inside of his cheek gently. Jack finally starts to use his tongue properly, licking against it, circling it, teasing the rim with the tip of it. He has Johnny good and wet, just a little bit loose before he pauses.]
More? Let me hear you say it.
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[ Johnny, always a sensuous creature, is slowly but steadily being pushed to the limit by Jack's talented lips, and he's squirming against him, unable to help himself as pleasure renders him nearly incoherent. He loves the touch of Jack's mouth, the way he bites, teeth scraping over his skin. His hole is puckered but loosened by his lover's patience, and he shivers, reaching back to clumsily run his fingers through Jack's short dark hair, egging him on, encouraging him.
He's never felt this intensely before, unable to hold on to his own self-control as Jack renders him completely at his mercy, aching and whining and rutting against the sheets. ]
I want your mouth on me all the fucking time. I want you taking me apart like you are now. I can't -- I can't think of anything else but you.
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[Jack drops another kiss as a reward for Johnny saying it, and for all the encouragement that he gives. But there's still a step further that he can take it, and he does when he gently works his tongue into him, just the tip, wet and soft penetrating him.
He said he was going to get him off on just this, but Jack reaches down and under him, letting his cock throb in his hand before he starts to stroke him.]
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The way that hot, slick tongue presses against his hole is too much, the wave of pleasure an overwhelming one he can't hold back -- he never thought that he'd feel like this, that sensitive endings could push him forward so quickly so soon.
He cries out, unable to help himself, and his prince's hand around his cock is all that's needed for him to come into his hand, the sheets, spurting sticky, hot seed into his fingers again and again, blanking out for a moment as he clenches hard. ]
Jack--
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But another voice whispers, not yet. Johnny's put a tremendous amount of trust in him, and Jack will repay it by making sure that they take their time. He pushes himself up, pressing a kiss to the base of his spine]
Don't pass out on me.
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[ Johnny challenges him breathlessly, because he wants to filthy them both up -- he's aware that his lover hasn't come yet, and he blindly reaches around behind him to stroke his hair, cradling the back of his head at the kiss.
He's never felt like this before, the surge of intense pleasure that takes his breath away. He squirms under him restlessly, whispering his name quietly, wanting more. ]
Show me -- I want you to show me what you like. What you want to do with me.
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What if Jack can't give it to him?
This should be encouraging, the smell of sex in the room and Johnny still nearly breathless.]
What if I want to keep you hungry, hm? [Jack hums, circling a finger around his hole.] What if I want to keep the things that make men scream all to myself?
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He's arching, writhing underneath him, reveling in the sex, their intimacy, and he feels his words as much as hears them. He looks back at him over his shoulder, eyes dark underneath heavy golden lashes. ] I'm always hungry for you, don't you know that? And I know you won't let me go without.
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He's still wet from his tongue. Jack was...enthusiastic in his attention. His hole nearly feels like a woman. He sinks his finger into it, the give of Johnny's hole easy enough despite the warm clench once inside.]
You will enjoy this. [It's not overconfidence, not really. It's a promise.] I'll make you feel good, Johnny.
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This is where their roles are reversed, when he submits consciously, whole-heartedly, even if he might not know about what Jack intends to do. All he knows is this: he won't hurt him. Johnny's still wet from his tongue, slick inside, loosened a little from Jack's gifted tongue. He tightens around him instinctively, but forces himself to relax, to trust in that promise, too.
Johnny's nervous, of course he's nervous, but he presses back against him, inviting and playful, a mischievous little grin growing on his lips. ] C'mon, babe. What're you waiting for? My ass is right here. [ He wiggles it, shuddering with pleasure when he feels him inside. ] You gonna fuck me? Tell me, make it dirty, 'cause I'm gonna let you.
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