[ john was never one to fully appreciate a quick act for the sake of getting your release over and done with. it's why he so often liked to worm his way at least a little into the affections of others, into their good graces, so that it seemed worth spending time to draw it out. it helped that he generally knew what he was doing, too, when it came to sex. he wouldn't mind that, fucking until dawn, fucking until they could barely keep their eyes open and then do it all again after sleeping. it's all time that he doesn't have to spend alone. hours sleeping in bed with company are hours that he won't have when he's by himself.
the satisfaction that floods john as cassidy grips his hair and really, truly gets going is obscene. his knees feel unsteady for a moment as he finally gives in to the need to touch himself, slipping a hand down beneath his shorts to take hold of his slick, almost sore cock and pump his hand over it a few times just to feed the desire, staying still for cassidy, breathing regularly and carefully through his nose. the way cassidy's cock slides between his lips is absolutely ideal.
reluctant to release his own cock, now, john contents himself with keeping just one hand dug into the flesh of cassidy's arse. as the momentum picks up, as he listens to the sound cassidy makes, john grips his skin harder for a moment before moving his hand to press a finger between his cheeks, teasingly brushing against him, groaning around cassidy's cock, almost coming himself when he hears the noise that cassidy makes, when john's nose is pressed against his skin, when he has cassidy in his mouth up to the hilt.
christ, how he loves to be the cause of these sounds. ]
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the satisfaction that floods john as cassidy grips his hair and really, truly gets going is obscene. his knees feel unsteady for a moment as he finally gives in to the need to touch himself, slipping a hand down beneath his shorts to take hold of his slick, almost sore cock and pump his hand over it a few times just to feed the desire, staying still for cassidy, breathing regularly and carefully through his nose. the way cassidy's cock slides between his lips is absolutely ideal.
reluctant to release his own cock, now, john contents himself with keeping just one hand dug into the flesh of cassidy's arse. as the momentum picks up, as he listens to the sound cassidy makes, john grips his skin harder for a moment before moving his hand to press a finger between his cheeks, teasingly brushing against him, groaning around cassidy's cock, almost coming himself when he hears the noise that cassidy makes, when john's nose is pressed against his skin, when he has cassidy in his mouth up to the hilt.
christ, how he loves to be the cause of these sounds. ]