[Jack laughs at that, loud and bright. But okay, the horns stay on. It's certainly something that he hasn't done before, and Jack had thought that that well was almost dry. He moans at the little bite, fingers gripping the shorter strands of Johnny's hair. He can mark him up as much as his heart desires.]
You really are prepared. [And he's so so very grateful as he glances down at the lube. Even he didn't keep it beside the door. Johnny must be used to people who can't wait for him, and he can more than understand that when his entire body aches and throbs for him. Jack drinks in his every promise, eyes almost black as he watches him sink to his knees. This is a surprise, and Jack looks on with awe as his dick disappears between those perfect lips.] Fuck, Johnny.
[How is he supposed to be able to think at all? Awake or asleep, jerking off or not, he thinks this will be the only thing he sees every time he closes his eyes. Jack cups the back of his head, rocking his hips gently as he fucks his mouth.]
How do I taste? I must be fucking delicious. Look at you take it.
[ It is awe and arousal that flutters in his chest, a thrill that goes right down to his dick when Jack is so ready with those deliciously filthy words, every one of them potent encouragement, urging him to go deeper, faster, to suck harder -- to draw every drop out of him before the main show even begins.
Johnny has had his fair share of partners, but none like Jack Benjamin. No one's captured his attention the way he does, pushing him onwards like they're equals and they're both in this together.
He smiles around his dick and makes an approving, rumbling noise around it. Jack is right, of course; he's fucking delicious and Johnny is taking it like a greedy whore. Skill matters when you give blowjobs, but it's nothing compared to the sheer power of desire that propels it. And oh, does he want it. Johnny's eyes lid, midnight blue under long gold eyelashes as he takes him once, twice, so deep inside that Jack's cock is down his throat. He tightens around him, the sounds of his dick getting lavished with such shameless attention absolutely pornographic.
He lets go of his cock with a pop, admiring how slick his shaft is, and he's rubbing up against the underside playfully before pushing it up, puckering his full lips before kissing and mouthing at his heavy balls. He loves every moment of this, so impossibly turned on how how much Jack enjoys this. ]
You taste like sin, Jack. And I'm the sinner looking for a fix.
[ He's taking his balls into his mouth, massaging and playing with him, relishing the clean muskiness of him. ]
[He's got skills, and Jack's sad to say that he's been with a few who didn't, or who required more of his instruction than Jack thought should be necessary. It isn't the case with Johnny, who seems to know exactly what to do, to say. Hell, even the way he looks at him couldn't be more perfect if they were surrounded by a director and a lighting and camera crew.]
I'll take you long past redemption. [Jack gasps, swallowing hard as he watches the man knelt before him. He laughs a little as he leans his head back briefly. How did he find this heaven? He doesn't deserve it, but he's accepting it, taking it, and there's no force strong enough to drag him away.] Would you like to taste some more?
[Jack cups his face, willing him to rise before kissing his mouth. The kiss is deep and sweet, but not quite what he meant. He pushes him away, grinning wickedly before pushing himself away from the door. He bends himself over the end of the nearby sofa, hands pressed against the cushions as he looks back at him.]
Johnny's hungry gaze tracks him to the couch, taking in every inch of him before he pursues the other man, the kiss still warm on his mouth. Jack is delicious, he's everything he's sought, and Johnny steps up behind him, admiring that firm, tight ass, the lean, strong legs, the way he's offering himself up to him like a delectable treat.
With a low hum of frank appreciation, Johnny takes up the lube again and smears a generous amount on his fingers. ]
I love the way you look right here. [ He lays soft kisses on his shoulder, grasping his own dick and sliding up and down between those cheeks, sensuously deliberate. ] Can you feel this? Every inch is going deep inside you. [ A soft nip at where neck meets shoulder, and Johnny is pausing to push his fingers between, teasing the puckered rim of his hole and rubbing circles over it, teasing and playing. ]
Oh, look at how tight you are. I'm gonna lick you open the next time around, make you come just by tongue-fucking you.
[Jack teases him, like he doesn't believe every word that Johnny says. But he does believe him, and the words come before a breathy little sigh. Johnny is exactly what he likes, long and thick between his cheeks, but more than that. He promises more than just a hard fuck, but an interesting night too. One doesn't always lead to another, Jack knows that from experience.]
I'd like to see you try. [There's a challenge in the roughness of his voice.] You won't even be able to think by the time we're done. But don't worry, I'll remind you that you said that.
[He moans, resisting the urge to thrust himself back on those fingers, no matter how much he wants to. He's not naturally gifted at self-denial, restraint, but there's times when he just had to be.]
[ Which isn't technically a room, because studio apartments in Eudio are just that. Still, it's a pretty sweet setup, really, but it's difficult to see in the darkness. The candles flicker on, a little trick Johnny's perfected, throwing the details of the apartment into focus.
He gives that firm ass a squeeze, kneading playfully before he slips his thick cock between his thighs, rubbing up against his balls, the underside of his dick. But it's brief, before he's nudging his finger inside of Jack, past the tight resistance. He's leaning over to track kisses down his spine, smiling at that challenge. It only spurs him on, you see, and Jack's promise of a reminder thrills him. ] I love how you feel inside. It's like you were made for taking cock. Mine, especially.
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[Jack laughs at that, loud and bright. But okay, the horns stay on. It's certainly something that he hasn't done before, and Jack had thought that that well was almost dry. He moans at the little bite, fingers gripping the shorter strands of Johnny's hair. He can mark him up as much as his heart desires.]
You really are prepared. [And he's so so very grateful as he glances down at the lube. Even he didn't keep it beside the door. Johnny must be used to people who can't wait for him, and he can more than understand that when his entire body aches and throbs for him. Jack drinks in his every promise, eyes almost black as he watches him sink to his knees. This is a surprise, and Jack looks on with awe as his dick disappears between those perfect lips.] Fuck, Johnny.
[How is he supposed to be able to think at all? Awake or asleep, jerking off or not, he thinks this will be the only thing he sees every time he closes his eyes. Jack cups the back of his head, rocking his hips gently as he fucks his mouth.]
How do I taste? I must be fucking delicious. Look at you take it.
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Johnny has had his fair share of partners, but none like Jack Benjamin. No one's captured his attention the way he does, pushing him onwards like they're equals and they're both in this together.
He smiles around his dick and makes an approving, rumbling noise around it. Jack is right, of course; he's fucking delicious and Johnny is taking it like a greedy whore. Skill matters when you give blowjobs, but it's nothing compared to the sheer power of desire that propels it. And oh, does he want it. Johnny's eyes lid, midnight blue under long gold eyelashes as he takes him once, twice, so deep inside that Jack's cock is down his throat. He tightens around him, the sounds of his dick getting lavished with such shameless attention absolutely pornographic.
He lets go of his cock with a pop, admiring how slick his shaft is, and he's rubbing up against the underside playfully before pushing it up, puckering his full lips before kissing and mouthing at his heavy balls. He loves every moment of this, so impossibly turned on how how much Jack enjoys this. ]
You taste like sin, Jack. And I'm the sinner looking for a fix.
[ He's taking his balls into his mouth, massaging and playing with him, relishing the clean muskiness of him. ]
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I'll take you long past redemption. [Jack gasps, swallowing hard as he watches the man knelt before him. He laughs a little as he leans his head back briefly. How did he find this heaven? He doesn't deserve it, but he's accepting it, taking it, and there's no force strong enough to drag him away.] Would you like to taste some more?
[Jack cups his face, willing him to rise before kissing his mouth. The kiss is deep and sweet, but not quite what he meant. He pushes him away, grinning wickedly before pushing himself away from the door. He bends himself over the end of the nearby sofa, hands pressed against the cushions as he looks back at him.]
Open me up.
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Johnny's hungry gaze tracks him to the couch, taking in every inch of him before he pursues the other man, the kiss still warm on his mouth. Jack is delicious, he's everything he's sought, and Johnny steps up behind him, admiring that firm, tight ass, the lean, strong legs, the way he's offering himself up to him like a delectable treat.
With a low hum of frank appreciation, Johnny takes up the lube again and smears a generous amount on his fingers. ]
I love the way you look right here. [ He lays soft kisses on his shoulder, grasping his own dick and sliding up and down between those cheeks, sensuously deliberate. ] Can you feel this? Every inch is going deep inside you. [ A soft nip at where neck meets shoulder, and Johnny is pausing to push his fingers between, teasing the puckered rim of his hole and rubbing circles over it, teasing and playing. ]
Oh, look at how tight you are. I'm gonna lick you open the next time around, make you come just by tongue-fucking you.
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[Jack teases him, like he doesn't believe every word that Johnny says. But he does believe him, and the words come before a breathy little sigh. Johnny is exactly what he likes, long and thick between his cheeks, but more than that. He promises more than just a hard fuck, but an interesting night too. One doesn't always lead to another, Jack knows that from experience.]
I'd like to see you try. [There's a challenge in the roughness of his voice.] You won't even be able to think by the time we're done. But don't worry, I'll remind you that you said that.
[He moans, resisting the urge to thrust himself back on those fingers, no matter how much he wants to. He's not naturally gifted at self-denial, restraint, but there's times when he just had to be.]
How many rooms does your apartment have?
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[ Which isn't technically a room, because studio apartments in Eudio are just that. Still, it's a pretty sweet setup, really, but it's difficult to see in the darkness. The candles flicker on, a little trick Johnny's perfected, throwing the details of the apartment into focus.
He gives that firm ass a squeeze, kneading playfully before he slips his thick cock between his thighs, rubbing up against his balls, the underside of his dick. But it's brief, before he's nudging his finger inside of Jack, past the tight resistance. He's leaning over to track kisses down his spine, smiling at that challenge. It only spurs him on, you see, and Jack's promise of a reminder thrills him. ] I love how you feel inside. It's like you were made for taking cock. Mine, especially.