[ 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.]
[ Johnny rasps, breath ragged and thin, catching in his throat. It's an incredible, overwhelming feeling, and his lover has most assuredly driven out most thoughts in his head, leaving him a complete mess as he whines softly, unable to help himself.
He's getting used to him, and the care in Jack's voice sends tingles down his spine, makes his heart skip a beat. For all of his prince's flaws, there are sweet, enduring moments like this he'll remember always, the genuine emotion that flickers in his eyes.
He cups his face and thrusts eagerly into his hand, relishing the familiar, pulsing around the way his cock is buried inside of him. ]
I -- this is new. [ He rolls his hips after a long minute or so, the way his Jack used to do it to him, grinding down and tightening hard. ] And it's my turn to do this to you.
[Jack grins a little, mouth opening up against Johnny's chin as he watches the expression the passes over his face. He moans when Johnny rolls his hips over him, giving his cock a squeeze for it.
He draws him close before rolling onto his back. It's so rare for him to put another man above him, but now he's done it for Johnny in both ways. But he wants to give him control, wants to see him, the beauty of his body and his pleasure, more like art than anything Jack's ever seen.]
Then do to your heart's content.
[Jack slides his hands back, gripping Johnny's ass and squeezing.]
You are like the sun, more radiant than any man or woman I've ever been with.
If you're still making poetry -- [ Johnny gasps, overwhelmed -- delighted when he gets to be atop him, knowing that his lover, his Jack is ceding control to him on his terms. He takes it, luxuriates in it even as he kisses him, sinking down on him over and over again, riding his cock like he was born for it.
It's a strange new thing, but it feels good, it feels like Jack is reaching into places inside of him that he hadn't imagined existed before this, and when his cock brushes against the knot of sensitive nerves he shivers, trembling with want and need above him. ] -- 'm not doing a good enough job.
[ His kisses are hungry, even as the words sink in, sending a warm flush to his cheeks. Jack has the soul of a poet when he's in the mood, and he reaches between their joined bodies to stroke himself, making soft noises every time his prince bottoms out inside him. ] Mmmph --
[Everything about him is perfect. Jack looks up at him, his concern starting to fade as he watches Johnny move over him. He's still adjusting, getting used to the feeling of having a man inside him, but it's better than what Jack could've hoped for. He wants to touch him, make him feel good, but Johnny's so beautiful when he does it, taking total control.
He kisses him, groaning against his mouth, all thought fleeing him as the pleasure takes over his entire body. Jack's panting softly, their bodies moving perfectly together, everything warm and slick and perfect. Jack has to bite his bottom lip to keep from babbling nonsense, but he feels it just the same.
Their movements speed up, get rougher, and he can feel every inch of him pushing into the tight sheath of Johnny's body. Jack grips him tightly, his hips bucking as he tries to go impossibly deeper into that hot, clenching space. He comes buried inside him, shuddering and crying out Johnny's name through it.]
[ Johnny loves the way Jack practically sings his name, when he cries out and he's everything that matters, when the world burns away and it's just his lover and him, locked in an incredible embrace, when he drowns himself in Jack's embrace, lost in his love. He's kissing him back, hungry and aching as they become one, sealed together -- and when he feels him come, the way hot, sticky seed fills him up, even more unfamiliar than the last; but entirely welcome, his cry is muffled against his mouth.
He's so deep inside that Johnny doesn't know where they separate anymore (and he doesn't care), and he comes a heartbeat after, spilling his own come carelessly in spurts over his lover's stomach, his chest, a few drops catching on his chin. It's intense, when the pleasure roils through him, chases every possible thought from his mind but Jack and what he had given him, still.
Even in this Jack gave him what he needed, and he leans down to kiss him softly, heatedly, when he slows down, the last of his come trickling out from his twitching cock as he settles over him, careful not to rest all his weight on Jack's frame. ]
[Jack's voice is rough and amused. He's still catching his breath, his skin flushed and sweaty, almost glowing. He opens his eyes to look at Johnny, mouth moving against his before he wraps an arm around him and pulls him closer for a harder kiss.
Johnny has bridged the impossible. Jack wasn't entirely sure that he could ever have this, that Johnny would even want to give it. But fear o the unknown never seems to stop him, and he gave Jack such beautiful moments without leaving him with fear or shame of his own.
Jack kisses his ear, continues to hold him close and just basks in it.]
No one's as lucky as you are. And no one's nearly as amazing. [ Johnny sighs happily, leaning into his kisses and moving to very delicately ease his prince's dick out of him. He's sore now, oversensitive and twitching, and he imagines it's going to ache for awhile, but it's worth it, more than anything else.
This is something very special, something Johnny gives to Jack in trust, bringing them closer in so many inexplicable ways that it surprises him to see the depth of Jack's emotion. His lips find Jack's chin, licks the drops of come from it, then his clavicle, his chest, wincing briefly. ]
I'm gonna need a cushion for a couple of days, and you're on cushion duty.
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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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[ Johnny rasps, breath ragged and thin, catching in his throat. It's an incredible, overwhelming feeling, and his lover has most assuredly driven out most thoughts in his head, leaving him a complete mess as he whines softly, unable to help himself.
He's getting used to him, and the care in Jack's voice sends tingles down his spine, makes his heart skip a beat. For all of his prince's flaws, there are sweet, enduring moments like this he'll remember always, the genuine emotion that flickers in his eyes.
He cups his face and thrusts eagerly into his hand, relishing the familiar, pulsing around the way his cock is buried inside of him. ]
I -- this is new. [ He rolls his hips after a long minute or so, the way his Jack used to do it to him, grinding down and tightening hard. ] And it's my turn to do this to you.
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[Jack grins a little, mouth opening up against Johnny's chin as he watches the expression the passes over his face. He moans when Johnny rolls his hips over him, giving his cock a squeeze for it.
He draws him close before rolling onto his back. It's so rare for him to put another man above him, but now he's done it for Johnny in both ways. But he wants to give him control, wants to see him, the beauty of his body and his pleasure, more like art than anything Jack's ever seen.]
Then do to your heart's content.
[Jack slides his hands back, gripping Johnny's ass and squeezing.]
You are like the sun, more radiant than any man or woman I've ever been with.
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It's a strange new thing, but it feels good, it feels like Jack is reaching into places inside of him that he hadn't imagined existed before this, and when his cock brushes against the knot of sensitive nerves he shivers, trembling with want and need above him. ] -- 'm not doing a good enough job.
[ His kisses are hungry, even as the words sink in, sending a warm flush to his cheeks. Jack has the soul of a poet when he's in the mood, and he reaches between their joined bodies to stroke himself, making soft noises every time his prince bottoms out inside him. ] Mmmph --
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[Everything about him is perfect. Jack looks up at him, his concern starting to fade as he watches Johnny move over him. He's still adjusting, getting used to the feeling of having a man inside him, but it's better than what Jack could've hoped for. He wants to touch him, make him feel good, but Johnny's so beautiful when he does it, taking total control.
He kisses him, groaning against his mouth, all thought fleeing him as the pleasure takes over his entire body. Jack's panting softly, their bodies moving perfectly together, everything warm and slick and perfect. Jack has to bite his bottom lip to keep from babbling nonsense, but he feels it just the same.
Their movements speed up, get rougher, and he can feel every inch of him pushing into the tight sheath of Johnny's body. Jack grips him tightly, his hips bucking as he tries to go impossibly deeper into that hot, clenching space. He comes buried inside him, shuddering and crying out Johnny's name through it.]
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He's so deep inside that Johnny doesn't know where they separate anymore (and he doesn't care), and he comes a heartbeat after, spilling his own come carelessly in spurts over his lover's stomach, his chest, a few drops catching on his chin. It's intense, when the pleasure roils through him, chases every possible thought from his mind but Jack and what he had given him, still.
Even in this Jack gave him what he needed, and he leans down to kiss him softly, heatedly, when he slows down, the last of his come trickling out from his twitching cock as he settles over him, careful not to rest all his weight on Jack's frame. ]
Did you -- did you like that? Was it good?
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[Jack's voice is rough and amused. He's still catching his breath, his skin flushed and sweaty, almost glowing. He opens his eyes to look at Johnny, mouth moving against his before he wraps an arm around him and pulls him closer for a harder kiss.
Johnny has bridged the impossible. Jack wasn't entirely sure that he could ever have this, that Johnny would even want to give it. But fear o the unknown never seems to stop him, and he gave Jack such beautiful moments without leaving him with fear or shame of his own.
Jack kisses his ear, continues to hold him close and just basks in it.]
The king himself isn't as lucky as I am.
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This is something very special, something Johnny gives to Jack in trust, bringing them closer in so many inexplicable ways that it surprises him to see the depth of Jack's emotion. His lips find Jack's chin, licks the drops of come from it, then his clavicle, his chest, wincing briefly. ]
I'm gonna need a cushion for a couple of days, and you're on cushion duty.