[ oh, john certainly knows what he's doing. cassidy would be the first to agree. it's part of the reason he wouldn't mind losing time with him, hours, even half a day (or an entire day). he'd claim it was the whole reason, but deep down he knows it's not. john has done exactly what he so often likes to do and stolen his way into cassidy's affections. that's why a text from him at four in the morning brings a smile to cassidy's face before he even knows the reason for the message.

considering their (very brief) history, however, it wouldn't have been difficult to guess to reason. their intentions towards each other have never been anything but clear. it doesn't go unnoticed when john's hand disappears into his shorts and the sight sends a shock of heat through cassidy's system. as much as he wishes it were his hand doing the job, watching john do it himself and knowing the cause was the act of sucking him off is just as satisfying in its own way.

almost too satisfying. he nearly comes when john teases his ass, letting out a strangled moan and a curse. he draws back, pressing against that finger, until the head of his cock rests against john's bottom lip. the next few thrusts are quick and shallow before his fingers tighten in john's hair and he pushes all the way in again, down his throat. ] How's that? [ his voice is a low rasp. ] Deep enough for you?

[ precariously close to the edge, he pulls back and pauses to catch his breath. ]

Look at me. [ he tilts john's head, bringing one of his hands down from his hair, his thumb brushing the corner of his mouth where it's stretched around his cock. ] You wanna fuck me? [ it's a rhetorical question. he knows john does. ] You want me to come down your throat first? Or you want to be a bloody bastard and make me wait?