[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.
[Jack can barely believe it's happening, refusing to let his heartbeat pick up in excitement. But then Johnny says those words, almost taunting, almost daring. Jack groans, and his muscles tense beneath his skin to keep him from pouncing him right then and there.
No, this is something they must take their time with. Jack slides his other hand over Johnny's ass, almost worshiping it as he works his finger in and out of him. A second joins the first when he's loosened enough to take two.]
Let me show you something first.
[Jack whispers with a grin, curling his fingers just so, finding the little bundle of nerves that will surprise him with such pleasure.]
Animals can fuck, I want to give you so much more.
[He massages it, watching Johnny writhe. It's the most beautiful sight in the world.]
[ Johnny barely has time to react to that promise when Jack is already pushing two fingers deep inside of him, slick and filling and everything that he hadn't imagined it would be. The pleasure is unexpectedly potent, and it makes him arch and cry out, momentarily overwhelmed by what Jack gives him.
He's twisting, arching with need and want as he's penetrated, filled over and over again. His lover's pressing gently against where he's most sensitive, and he bites off a loud cry into the pillows. He tightens around him instinctively, clamping down without thinking as his shoulders tense, riding off the high of what Jack's giving him.
It's better than a drug, more incredible than anything else. He can't help it, pressing down into his fingers. He's squirming, drunk on such an intoxicating feeling. This is more than fucking, this is sharing the pleasure, being together, intimate. ]
Ah -- [ Is this what he's been missing? ] Jack, oh, fuck --
[That's what he wants to see, and Jack drinks in the sight of it with dark, thirsty eyes. As good as he knows it will feel to have Johnny tight and throbbing around his cock, this is what he wanted. He wanted him to trust him, and Jack wanted to give him pleasure in return, intense and new.
Jack drops kisses along his spine, travelling up Johnny's body to grab their lube. No matter how well he licked him out, he knows it's going to take more. He draws his fingers back, laughs under his breath at the little jump from his lover when the cold liquid hits his hole, muscles tensing underneath that gorgeous skin.]
Don't warm up. You'll cause it to evaporate.
[He teases, and the glide of his fingers is so much easier when they slip back inside, gently stretching him while he reaches around to stroke his cock.]
If it evaporates, you can just stick more up my ass.
[ Johnny won't miss an opportunity to sass (or possibly ruin the moment), but he loves these moments, the times when Jack teases him and it's all Johnny can do not to come apart. But he's close, he's so close because Jack feels so damn amazing pressing against him, when all he can think of are his lips and he would give anything, anything for them to be able to stay like this forever, wrapped up in each other in their own little world.
He works hard not to tense up, shivering at the promise in those sleek, smooth words, and he tries to look over his shoulder at him, cheeks flushed with anticipation, with need. He's so damn horny right now that he's rutting into the mattress, arching with a low moan when he feels Jack stroking him, inside him. ]
Done. What're you gonna -- [ He's breathless, smitten, and he trusts him. He trusts him more than he's trusted anyone else. After all, Jack's earned it. This is new, this is strange and unfamiliar to him but it feels too good, and he squirms] Jack. Stop teasing.
[Johnny's as irreverent in this as he is about most things, and it actually makes Jack smile. He kisses along his back, his shoulder, and he can tell that his lover is doing his part to make this good, staying relaxed while fighting the urge to come. He presses a third finger into him right before Johnny says that, and Jack hisses, moving his hand from his cock to grip the short strands of his lover's hair.]
That's not what this is. This is- [Taking care of him, making sure that Johnny's as comfortable as he can be. He wants so much for this to feel good, to be something that they do together again and again. Jack presses another kiss to his shoulder, letting his teeth sink in a little.] Every second that I'm not inside you is driving me crazy.
[But Johnny's relaxed as much as he can be around his fingers. He draws them back, reaching for the lube to slick up his cock. Jack's heart is pounding in his ears as he slides his slippery cock just between Johnny's cheeks.
Now he's teasing.
Jack takes a deep breath, moving onto his side and coaxing Johnny onto his, back to front. He kisses the back of his neck as he angles the head of his dick against the other man's hole. And gently, starts pushing in.]
[ Johnny's still getting used to this, he is -- and he knows that from the look on Jack's face and the amusement he can feel practically roll off of him, paired with the intense, unwavering longing for them to finally have this together. He's on his side, his back against his lover's chest, feeling him press his cock inside after his fingers spread him, prepare him to take his prince inside of him for the very first time.
It's important. This is so important, and Johnny is restless, knows that he doesn't want to do it this way. He feels those lips, he aches and yearns for more, surprised by his own body's reaction to Jack's. He's squirming, trying to move off him before he fully seats himself. ]
Not like this. I want to see you. [ Johnny rolls back on his side so that he's facing him, reaching out to cup his face. Teasing or not, this is so very important and intimate, and while sex is sex and sex is always fun, this has become more than that.
They can only have one first time, and his arm comes to wrap around Jack's waist as he tangles their limbs together again. ] I want to see the look on your face when you sink inside me for the first time.
[ He wants to remember, and he wants to show him how right this is. He leans forward to kiss him, again and again. ] Wanna look at you when you fuck me, babe. [ He grins, then, heart pounding in his chest as he burns for more, reaching down to grasp Jack's slick, cock in his hand to guide it back inside him. ] You're really hot when I make you crazy.
[Jack's breath catches in his chest, and he can only stare glassy-eyes at Johnny as he says such bold, provocative things. It's Johnny through and through, even when he's doing something like this for the first time. He didn't think he could want him more than he already did, but Johnny grins and kisses him in the middle of such filthy encouragement, and Jack realizes that he was wrong.
It would be easier the other way, a little more distanced. But Jack can't and won't deny him, doesn't even want to. That much is obvious when he meets him halfway, when he grips Johnny by the hips to pull him down over him.]
You do make me crazy. More than anyone, Johnny.
[In all the best ways. Jack kisses him harshly, groaning against Johnny's mouth.]
[ Johnny is bold and provocative, fearlessly telling him what he thinks, what he wants, because sometimes Jack hesitates, sometimes Jack's afraid, and Johnny is aware that years of systematic, inbuilt indoctrination can be hard to shake off.
But this is more than just a carnal experience -- it's more than just sex. It's what Johnny shares and trusts him with, and Jack does the same. It's dirty, and it's good, and Johnny wants nothing more than to meet him halfway, melding his body together with his sweetly, gasping softly at being filled, momentarily overwhelmed.
It feels... it feels like nothing he's ever known, and Johnny fights not to tense up when Jack's cock slides inside of him, pushing, stretching -- he's clamped tight but trying to relax, to make it easier for the both of them. Like this, he can feel every ridge, every stroke, and it makes him shudder, clutching his lover tighter. ]
[Jack's nervous in a way that he hasn't been since his first time with another man, though for entirely different reasons. Johnny is so mind-blowingly tight around him, slick and hot and sweet. Sex with Johnny has always been good - too good to give up from the very beginning, which has led them to this. This feels different, amazing and not just because of their reversal. There are feelings that Jack needs to process, but not now. Now he only wants to think about Johnny.
He kisses him again and again, sweeter this time, heart pounding in his chest when he opens his eyes just enough to look at his fireball. His.]
Okay?
[He bites his lip as he draws back, knowing that sometimes the emptiness is the worst part. He gives a couple of slow, shallow thrusts.]
Better?
[Jack reaches between them, giving his cock a lazy stroke, pairing the unfamiliar with the familiar.]
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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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No, this is something they must take their time with. Jack slides his other hand over Johnny's ass, almost worshiping it as he works his finger in and out of him. A second joins the first when he's loosened enough to take two.]
Let me show you something first.
[Jack whispers with a grin, curling his fingers just so, finding the little bundle of nerves that will surprise him with such pleasure.]
Animals can fuck, I want to give you so much more.
[He massages it, watching Johnny writhe. It's the most beautiful sight in the world.]
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He's twisting, arching with need and want as he's penetrated, filled over and over again. His lover's pressing gently against where he's most sensitive, and he bites off a loud cry into the pillows. He tightens around him instinctively, clamping down without thinking as his shoulders tense, riding off the high of what Jack's giving him.
It's better than a drug, more incredible than anything else. He can't help it, pressing down into his fingers. He's squirming, drunk on such an intoxicating feeling. This is more than fucking, this is sharing the pleasure, being together, intimate. ]
Ah -- [ Is this what he's been missing? ] Jack, oh, fuck --
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Jack drops kisses along his spine, travelling up Johnny's body to grab their lube. No matter how well he licked him out, he knows it's going to take more. He draws his fingers back, laughs under his breath at the little jump from his lover when the cold liquid hits his hole, muscles tensing underneath that gorgeous skin.]
Don't warm up. You'll cause it to evaporate.
[He teases, and the glide of his fingers is so much easier when they slip back inside, gently stretching him while he reaches around to stroke his cock.]
If you have plans for tomorrow, cancel them.
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[ Johnny won't miss an opportunity to sass (or possibly ruin the moment), but he loves these moments, the times when Jack teases him and it's all Johnny can do not to come apart. But he's close, he's so close because Jack feels so damn amazing pressing against him, when all he can think of are his lips and he would give anything, anything for them to be able to stay like this forever, wrapped up in each other in their own little world.
He works hard not to tense up, shivering at the promise in those sleek, smooth words, and he tries to look over his shoulder at him, cheeks flushed with anticipation, with need. He's so damn horny right now that he's rutting into the mattress, arching with a low moan when he feels Jack stroking him, inside him. ]
Done. What're you gonna -- [ He's breathless, smitten, and he trusts him. He trusts him more than he's trusted anyone else. After all, Jack's earned it. This is new, this is strange and unfamiliar to him but it feels too good, and he squirms] Jack. Stop teasing.
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That's not what this is. This is- [Taking care of him, making sure that Johnny's as comfortable as he can be. He wants so much for this to feel good, to be something that they do together again and again. Jack presses another kiss to his shoulder, letting his teeth sink in a little.] Every second that I'm not inside you is driving me crazy.
[But Johnny's relaxed as much as he can be around his fingers. He draws them back, reaching for the lube to slick up his cock. Jack's heart is pounding in his ears as he slides his slippery cock just between Johnny's cheeks.
Now he's teasing.
Jack takes a deep breath, moving onto his side and coaxing Johnny onto his, back to front. He kisses the back of his neck as he angles the head of his dick against the other man's hole. And gently, starts pushing in.]
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[ Johnny's still getting used to this, he is -- and he knows that from the look on Jack's face and the amusement he can feel practically roll off of him, paired with the intense, unwavering longing for them to finally have this together. He's on his side, his back against his lover's chest, feeling him press his cock inside after his fingers spread him, prepare him to take his prince inside of him for the very first time.
It's important. This is so important, and Johnny is restless, knows that he doesn't want to do it this way. He feels those lips, he aches and yearns for more, surprised by his own body's reaction to Jack's. He's squirming, trying to move off him before he fully seats himself. ]
Not like this. I want to see you. [ Johnny rolls back on his side so that he's facing him, reaching out to cup his face. Teasing or not, this is so very important and intimate, and while sex is sex and sex is always fun, this has become more than that.
They can only have one first time, and his arm comes to wrap around Jack's waist as he tangles their limbs together again. ] I want to see the look on your face when you sink inside me for the first time.
[ He wants to remember, and he wants to show him how right this is. He leans forward to kiss him, again and again. ] Wanna look at you when you fuck me, babe. [ He grins, then, heart pounding in his chest as he burns for more, reaching down to grasp Jack's slick, cock in his hand to guide it back inside him. ] You're really hot when I make you crazy.
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It would be easier the other way, a little more distanced. But Jack can't and won't deny him, doesn't even want to. That much is obvious when he meets him halfway, when he grips Johnny by the hips to pull him down over him.]
You do make me crazy. More than anyone, Johnny.
[In all the best ways. Jack kisses him harshly, groaning against Johnny's mouth.]
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But this is more than just a carnal experience -- it's more than just sex. It's what Johnny shares and trusts him with, and Jack does the same. It's dirty, and it's good, and Johnny wants nothing more than to meet him halfway, melding his body together with his sweetly, gasping softly at being filled, momentarily overwhelmed.
It feels... it feels like nothing he's ever known, and Johnny fights not to tense up when Jack's cock slides inside of him, pushing, stretching -- he's clamped tight but trying to relax, to make it easier for the both of them. Like this, he can feel every ridge, every stroke, and it makes him shudder, clutching his lover tighter. ]
Mmmmm -- Jack. Oh, fuck.
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He kisses him again and again, sweeter this time, heart pounding in his chest when he opens his eyes just enough to look at his fireball. His.]
Okay?
[He bites his lip as he draws back, knowing that sometimes the emptiness is the worst part. He gives a couple of slow, shallow thrusts.]
Better?
[Jack reaches between them, giving his cock a lazy stroke, pairing the unfamiliar with the familiar.]
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