[ Johnny is delighted that he knows, but he recognises the warning signs just as quickly. His lover is unlike any other -- Jack tends to touch on the more ruthless side of things, and he would probably do something terrible to the poor person if Johnny doesn't nip it in the bud. ]
Whoa hey, babe! It's okay! No one touched my dick! [ A beat. ] Do you like it?
[He traces his finger along it, something he could do with his eyes closed. Jack knows every detail of it intimately, from the shape to the warmth of it on his tongue.]
This is bold, even for you. [Jack smirks at him.] I like it.
[ Johnny hums, because as much as he appreciates seeing Jack's fingers on the dildo, tracing it the way he does his, he can't help a twinge of possessive jealousy. He should be touching him instead. ]
Why play with the toy right now when you have the real thing? [ The real thing that's a nice bulge between muscled thighs. He straightens up, toying with the zipper of his suit before taking his time to unzip it, painfully slow. The fabric shifts, exposing a slim vee of his body. Johnny's always been comfortable with his body, and it shows -- using it to seduce his lover as he teases light fingers over pectorals, the familiar dark fuzz of his broad chest. ] You can have me in your mouth.
[Oh, he catches that little bit of regret coming from Johnny, and it's like candy to him. Jack hums as Johnny starts unzipping that skintight sight, his eyes roaming appreciatively over the revealed skin. Johnny is a more beautiful lover than he's ever had. He's never told him, but he suspects that his Torch already knows.
He grins, bringing the dildo up to his mouth and circling his tongue around it, a little tease before he sucks it into his mouth and backs off, leaving the head nice and wet.]
But you put such thought and hard work into this. Don't you want me to enjoy it right away?
[ All previous sentiment regarding Jack playing with toys have been disregarded -- Johnny just hadn't taken into account the fact that his demand for his lover's attention and favor extends to this. He knows exactly what he's trying to do, the minx, and his eyes darken. Okay, he has to admit that it's really hot, but it stirs an intense longing in him that threatens to cut the striptease short.
But he clings onto it stubbornly, reveling in the way Jack looks at him, like he's the only person who matters. In light of their previous fight, this is so much more important than anything else. He's starved of their intimacy, their play, and he climbs onto him, taking the dildo and setting it aside carefully.
He guides Jack's hand to the expanse of his chest, just underneath the open zipper. He thinks of the wetness on the dildo, the slick heat of his mouth. ] Mm. You're killing me. Maybe I should throw that dildo into a fire and burn it up. Because these lips -- [ His fingers trace over that plush, sinful mouth, his gaze openly hungry. ] -- this mouth is all mine, and I hate sharing.
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[He can't look away from him now, not even when he holds up the dildo, brows rising.]
Now this. This is your dick. Who made it?
[He has to chop their hands off now.]
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Whoa hey, babe! It's okay! No one touched my dick! [ A beat. ] Do you like it?
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[He traces his finger along it, something he could do with his eyes closed. Jack knows every detail of it intimately, from the shape to the warmth of it on his tongue.]
This is bold, even for you. [Jack smirks at him.] I like it.
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[ Johnny hums, because as much as he appreciates seeing Jack's fingers on the dildo, tracing it the way he does his, he can't help a twinge of possessive jealousy. He should be touching him instead. ]
Why play with the toy right now when you have the real thing? [ The real thing that's a nice bulge between muscled thighs. He straightens up, toying with the zipper of his suit before taking his time to unzip it, painfully slow. The fabric shifts, exposing a slim vee of his body. Johnny's always been comfortable with his body, and it shows -- using it to seduce his lover as he teases light fingers over pectorals, the familiar dark fuzz of his broad chest. ] You can have me in your mouth.
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He grins, bringing the dildo up to his mouth and circling his tongue around it, a little tease before he sucks it into his mouth and backs off, leaving the head nice and wet.]
But you put such thought and hard work into this. Don't you want me to enjoy it right away?
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[ All previous sentiment regarding Jack playing with toys have been disregarded -- Johnny just hadn't taken into account the fact that his demand for his lover's attention and favor extends to this. He knows exactly what he's trying to do, the minx, and his eyes darken. Okay, he has to admit that it's really hot, but it stirs an intense longing in him that threatens to cut the striptease short.
But he clings onto it stubbornly, reveling in the way Jack looks at him, like he's the only person who matters. In light of their previous fight, this is so much more important than anything else. He's starved of their intimacy, their play, and he climbs onto him, taking the dildo and setting it aside carefully.
He guides Jack's hand to the expanse of his chest, just underneath the open zipper. He thinks of the wetness on the dildo, the slick heat of his mouth. ] Mm. You're killing me. Maybe I should throw that dildo into a fire and burn it up. Because these lips -- [ His fingers trace over that plush, sinful mouth, his gaze openly hungry. ] -- this mouth is all mine, and I hate sharing.