[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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[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?