[ cassidy probably did tell john that. that doesn't mean john exactly listened. his shame and embarrassment still follow him, snapping lightly at his ankles. no one needs or deserves to be burdened with his pain.
let's put it this way, john likes having things in his mouth enough that the first, shallow movement of cassidy's hips has him groaning again, brows pinching with need as he breathes sharply through his nose. the roughness with which he grips cassidy's behind should be indication enough that yes, deeper, please. john has always been terribly thankful that he doesn't have much of a gag reflex, especially at times like these.
perhaps letting cassidy come like this isn't the worst plan, he reconsiders. there'll always be time for more, and more than enough time for john to get him excited again. this may be a solicitation for sex at four in the morning, but john's entirely of the mind to draw this out and really make it count. there's something about loneliness and sleeplessness that makes him intensely desperate for contact, hyper-aware of sexual need in himself and others. the desire to please someone else is as much of a healing balm as getting pleasure himself.
the next time cassidy pulls back, john tips his head back enough against his hands for his mouth to leave his cock, just for a moment, before he slides his lips along the side of him, ultimately dragging his mouth over his balls just lightly enough to be teasing. he repeats the motion along the side of cassidy's cock once more as he moves back into place, staring at him with lazy, smug eyes. hand wrapped once more around cassidy's cock, john opens his mouth to speak with his lips moving against him. ]
Come on, Cassidy, [ he intones, roughly, for once slipping the young man's name, not his title, between his lips. ] If you truly feel that way, then fuck my mouth like you mean it.
[ a challenge, one without malice, but overflowing with need. ]
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let's put it this way, john likes having things in his mouth enough that the first, shallow movement of cassidy's hips has him groaning again, brows pinching with need as he breathes sharply through his nose. the roughness with which he grips cassidy's behind should be indication enough that yes, deeper, please. john has always been terribly thankful that he doesn't have much of a gag reflex, especially at times like these.
perhaps letting cassidy come like this isn't the worst plan, he reconsiders. there'll always be time for more, and more than enough time for john to get him excited again. this may be a solicitation for sex at four in the morning, but john's entirely of the mind to draw this out and really make it count. there's something about loneliness and sleeplessness that makes him intensely desperate for contact, hyper-aware of sexual need in himself and others. the desire to please someone else is as much of a healing balm as getting pleasure himself.
the next time cassidy pulls back, john tips his head back enough against his hands for his mouth to leave his cock, just for a moment, before he slides his lips along the side of him, ultimately dragging his mouth over his balls just lightly enough to be teasing. he repeats the motion along the side of cassidy's cock once more as he moves back into place, staring at him with lazy, smug eyes. hand wrapped once more around cassidy's cock, john opens his mouth to speak with his lips moving against him. ]
Come on, Cassidy, [ he intones, roughly, for once slipping the young man's name, not his title, between his lips. ] If you truly feel that way, then fuck my mouth like you mean it.
[ a challenge, one without malice, but overflowing with need. ]