[ if only cassidy knew that's exactly how he'd felt in that bar, like a child that had lost its parent, even though it was the other way around, just about. he'd been locked in such despair, such pain, enough that he hadn't the strength to turn away a kind hand. as little as he ever desires to speak of it again, john is painfully grateful to cassidy for that night. his is a kindness that he won't forget. stupidly, it's the only way he can really think to feasibly thank him, to give him sex and himself. there's a good reason why he never talks about these sorts of things aloud.
there's a light, purring laugh that rises in the back of john's throat, muffled but resonant. oh, how he would have loved for cassidy to answer the door naked. as if just the thought of him hadn't been enough for john to arrive on his floor halfway to hard. he's always caught between how much, in these moments, he wants to kiss the people he's invariably giving oral sex to. it's always such a dilemma. gripping cassidy firmly at the base of his cock, he begins to move back and forth along him, slowly, perhaps a little bit too slowly, but he does it on purpose. his other hand creeps around to cassidy's arse again, squeezing, encouraging his hips forward, encouraging him to fuck his mouth, if he wants.
the hand in his hair elicits another muffled moan, and he wishes for a moment that he wanted to take his hands off of cassidy just long enough to palm himself through the fabric of his shorts, soothe his own aching cock, but he stays as is. he doesn't want cassidy to come, though. this is is just a warm up. ]
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there's a light, purring laugh that rises in the back of john's throat, muffled but resonant. oh, how he would have loved for cassidy to answer the door naked. as if just the thought of him hadn't been enough for john to arrive on his floor halfway to hard. he's always caught between how much, in these moments, he wants to kiss the people he's invariably giving oral sex to. it's always such a dilemma. gripping cassidy firmly at the base of his cock, he begins to move back and forth along him, slowly, perhaps a little bit too slowly, but he does it on purpose. his other hand creeps around to cassidy's arse again, squeezing, encouraging his hips forward, encouraging him to fuck his mouth, if he wants.
the hand in his hair elicits another muffled moan, and he wishes for a moment that he wanted to take his hands off of cassidy just long enough to palm himself through the fabric of his shorts, soothe his own aching cock, but he stays as is. he doesn't want cassidy to come, though. this is is just a warm up. ]