[There's soft laughter as Jack's open mouth presses against his jaw, up to his ear where he catches the lobe gently between his teeth.]
You've never thought about it? Or maybe you've never played with them before?
[Jack's always thought there's something just a touch vanilla about Johnny. Lots of sex, yes. A threesome here and there. But he wonders if he's ever used anything other than his own body. Not that that isn't enough, but that look on Johnny's face is of a man intrigued.]
Besides, you keep working the way you have been and I might need a little extra something to keep me company.
[ Johnny's never considered sex toys for myriad reasons -- his hookups generally consisted of one night stands, people he didn't much care for (or remember the names) when it's over. There isn't much depth to something that physical and shallow, and so far he'd been happy keeping it that way.
But then Jack comes along and ruins everything, keeps Johnny's attention on him and makes him want more than just fucking. He's always only used his own body, and that had been good enough.
He's definitely intrigued, fascinated by the idea of them both using toys on each other. ] Mm, a little of both.
[ He leans forward, shifting so that he can grasp both their cocks and rub them up against each other in slow strokes. ] You could let me watch, you know. I'd love to see you use it to pleasure yourself. What do you have in mind?
[Jack hums, appreciating when Johnny takes them both in hand and works them together. He gasps, muscles taut underneath his skin as he tries to stay still beneath his lover.]
I would let you watch. How long do you think you could take it? [Jack licks his lips and crashes their mouths together, sucks on Johnny's and brushes their tongues together, unrestrained with his passion.] Something smaller than you, bringing me to the edge without pushing me over no matter what position I was in. Just a little suffering to make the end that much sweeter. Which one of us would be crazier by then?
[ Johnny promises, but they both know better. They're mad for each other, hopelessly enamored and mutually drawn to the other. He loves the way Jack gasps, the way he's so beautifully reactive that it makes him thrill, ever delighted to bring such pleasure to his lover. His eyes are dark, predatory, his words holding wild promise in them. ]
You're so damn beautiful, I think we'll both go nuts before we're halfway through. Imagine you having so hungry for my dick, the way I could fill you up until you're dripping with my come down your thighs. I'd pound into you after that, baby. Remind you why your toys will never be enou fb.
[And he knows that Johnny's right, that for the first time he's in an equal give and take. He can tease Johnny, pretend that he doesn't want him every bit as much, but it's not the truth, and he's secretly glad that Johnny can see through him.]
All just talk until we have some. [Jack kisses him again, rolls his hips to find more pleasure in Johnny's hand.] You can still make good on some of it tonight.
[Jack's mouth ghosts down his neck, feeling the warmth of it against his tongue.]
[ Johnny knows him, understands him -- well, not fully sometimes, but enough to adore him anyway, shortcomings included. He's aware that Jack does the same, and together, they're starting to balance each other out, forging a partnership that goes beyond sex and affection.
What it is, he doesn't quite know yet, but Johnny would put himself between Jack and danger any day of the week. Johnny shivers with pleasure when he feels those lovely, sensuous lips, thrusting against Jack's cock even harder, and he sighs, pulse jumping. His Jack is marking him, making him his own, and Johnny loves every moment.
He fumbles to slick more lube on his fingers, reaching down to rub gently against his hole, playfully teasing around the rim. ] Tell me what you want me to do with you.
[And Jack knows there's still so much more despite their months together. He feels it in himself too, no matter how much he's done himself. There are still things, things that he's held locked within his chest. Dear god, he wants to romance this man, and it's enough to make him pull his mouth away from Johnny's neck and laugh, his breath against his skin.
He groans at the two pleasures that Johnny offers him, the teasing and the grinding. He doesn't want any of it to ever end.]
But you know what you want to do. Do it, take me until I tell you I can't take anymore. I promise the sun will be high in the sky before then.
[ Johnny laughs along with him, delighting in Jack's humor. It's easy to slick himself up and slide inside of his lover's welcoming heat and tightness like he'd always belonged, like Jack was made for him. And in so many ways Johnny is sure he is. He makes love to him now, sharing pleasure; putting himself at Jack's mercy even as he relentlessly ravishes him, touching and kissing every inch of Jack he can find.
He's tugging his lover up now, so that Jack's sitting on his lap, completely impaled on him -- and Johnny, Johnny is enraptured, looking upon him with undisguised adoration. He loves when they do this, when they're so connected together that it's impossible to catch his breath.
He grips him tightly, an arm wrapped possessively around his waist, as if he's afraid Jack would slip from his fingers. And he is, he's afraid. ]
[Johnny feels so good inside him, and it's been so long since he last felt this way, if he ever felt it at all. Sex always came at a price, false affections or shame. He can whisper words into Johnny's ear and mean them, wake up in his arms. Jack can kiss him, and if someone sees, let them see.]
Where would I go?
[Jack groans, pulls his hips up and then slides back down the length of him. His hands grasp at him as they slide down Johnny's sides, fingers finally burying into his hips. He clenches around him and feels his own cock leak in response.]
[ His words are rough, thick with undeniable arousal. Having Jack mounted on him like this, fucking himself on his cock is so endlessly erotic that for a moment he forgets what else he's wanted to say.
He makes a low noise of pleasure, rolling his hips when Jack sinks down, more than eager to lean up to kiss his throat, his jaw, a hand coming to tighten on his hip. He loves this, when they fuck like nothing else matters, when sweet words flow and are meant, and he's crooning softly. ] I'd come in you whenever I want, make you feel how you turn me on all the time. Look at you, you're still so tight and so greedy.
[He loves bringing Johnny to this, when he's aroused and focused completely on him. If Jack ever had doubts about Johnny really wanting to be with another man, moments like these erase them.
Jack rocks on him a few times, listening to those beautiful sounds before he cups Johnny's chin, his eyes almost black as he looks into his lover's.]
And you wouldn't have me any other way. Look at you, you're barely holding back. Just a few thrusts and already you could empty your balls into me. But you'd miss the sound of your own name, over and over again, so you fill me up again and again, give me a craving that can never completely be satisfied. You want me to come back for more, to always be hungry.
[ Jack is all he will ever have eyes for, all that he needs. He's addicted to him so hopelessly enraptured -- Jack has captured everything that he is; this man who'd somehow become such a crucial part of his life. It's terrifying how much Johnny's let him in already, how the war had brought them together, forged a connection that Johnny could never break even if he wants to.
He's greedily lapping up every word, flipping them over so he's pounding his lover into the mattress, the sturdy bed creaking with every hard, thorough thrust. He fucks him, never breaking eye contact, open and trusting as his hands roam his body, possessive and affectionate, and he's got him, he's so got him. It's beyond sex when they get like this, when all Johnny thinks is that they can get lost in each other forever. He's grunting, breathless and willing to give it all up for him. ]
I adore you. I want you to always be hungry for me. Can you do that for me, baby?
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You've never thought about it? Or maybe you've never played with them before?
[Jack's always thought there's something just a touch vanilla about Johnny. Lots of sex, yes. A threesome here and there. But he wonders if he's ever used anything other than his own body. Not that that isn't enough, but that look on Johnny's face is of a man intrigued.]
Besides, you keep working the way you have been and I might need a little extra something to keep me company.
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But then Jack comes along and ruins everything, keeps Johnny's attention on him and makes him want more than just fucking. He's always only used his own body, and that had been good enough.
He's definitely intrigued, fascinated by the idea of them both using toys on each other. ] Mm, a little of both.
[ He leans forward, shifting so that he can grasp both their cocks and rub them up against each other in slow strokes. ] You could let me watch, you know. I'd love to see you use it to pleasure yourself. What do you have in mind?
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I would let you watch. How long do you think you could take it? [Jack licks his lips and crashes their mouths together, sucks on Johnny's and brushes their tongues together, unrestrained with his passion.] Something smaller than you, bringing me to the edge without pushing me over no matter what position I was in. Just a little suffering to make the end that much sweeter. Which one of us would be crazier by then?
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[ Johnny promises, but they both know better. They're mad for each other, hopelessly enamored and mutually drawn to the other. He loves the way Jack gasps, the way he's so beautifully reactive that it makes him thrill, ever delighted to bring such pleasure to his lover. His eyes are dark, predatory, his words holding wild promise in them. ]
You're so damn beautiful, I think we'll both go nuts before we're halfway through. Imagine you having so hungry for my dick, the way I could fill you up until you're dripping with my come down your thighs. I'd pound into you after that, baby. Remind you why your toys will never be enou fb.
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All just talk until we have some. [Jack kisses him again, rolls his hips to find more pleasure in Johnny's hand.] You can still make good on some of it tonight.
[Jack's mouth ghosts down his neck, feeling the warmth of it against his tongue.]
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What it is, he doesn't quite know yet, but Johnny would put himself between Jack and danger any day of the week. Johnny shivers with pleasure when he feels those lovely, sensuous lips, thrusting against Jack's cock even harder, and he sighs, pulse jumping. His Jack is marking him, making him his own, and Johnny loves every moment.
He fumbles to slick more lube on his fingers, reaching down to rub gently against his hole, playfully teasing around the rim. ] Tell me what you want me to do with you.
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[And Jack knows there's still so much more despite their months together. He feels it in himself too, no matter how much he's done himself. There are still things, things that he's held locked within his chest. Dear god, he wants to romance this man, and it's enough to make him pull his mouth away from Johnny's neck and laugh, his breath against his skin.
He groans at the two pleasures that Johnny offers him, the teasing and the grinding. He doesn't want any of it to ever end.]
But you know what you want to do. Do it, take me until I tell you I can't take anymore. I promise the sun will be high in the sky before then.
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[ Johnny laughs along with him, delighting in Jack's humor. It's easy to slick himself up and slide inside of his lover's welcoming heat and tightness like he'd always belonged, like Jack was made for him. And in so many ways Johnny is sure he is. He makes love to him now, sharing pleasure; putting himself at Jack's mercy even as he relentlessly ravishes him, touching and kissing every inch of Jack he can find.
He's tugging his lover up now, so that Jack's sitting on his lap, completely impaled on him -- and Johnny, Johnny is enraptured, looking upon him with undisguised adoration. He loves when they do this, when they're so connected together that it's impossible to catch his breath.
He grips him tightly, an arm wrapped possessively around his waist, as if he's afraid Jack would slip from his fingers. And he is, he's afraid. ]
Don't leave me.
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Where would I go?
[Jack groans, pulls his hips up and then slides back down the length of him. His hands grasp at him as they slide down Johnny's sides, fingers finally burying into his hips. He clenches around him and feels his own cock leak in response.]
I might keep you inside me forever.
[He leans in, claiming his mouth completely.]
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[ His words are rough, thick with undeniable arousal. Having Jack mounted on him like this, fucking himself on his cock is so endlessly erotic that for a moment he forgets what else he's wanted to say.
He makes a low noise of pleasure, rolling his hips when Jack sinks down, more than eager to lean up to kiss his throat, his jaw, a hand coming to tighten on his hip. He loves this, when they fuck like nothing else matters, when sweet words flow and are meant, and he's crooning softly. ] I'd come in you whenever I want, make you feel how you turn me on all the time. Look at you, you're still so tight and so greedy.
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Jack rocks on him a few times, listening to those beautiful sounds before he cups Johnny's chin, his eyes almost black as he looks into his lover's.]
And you wouldn't have me any other way. Look at you, you're barely holding back. Just a few thrusts and already you could empty your balls into me. But you'd miss the sound of your own name, over and over again, so you fill me up again and again, give me a craving that can never completely be satisfied. You want me to come back for more, to always be hungry.
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He's greedily lapping up every word, flipping them over so he's pounding his lover into the mattress, the sturdy bed creaking with every hard, thorough thrust. He fucks him, never breaking eye contact, open and trusting as his hands roam his body, possessive and affectionate, and he's got him, he's so got him. It's beyond sex when they get like this, when all Johnny thinks is that they can get lost in each other forever. He's grunting, breathless and willing to give it all up for him. ]
I adore you. I want you to always be hungry for me. Can you do that for me, baby?