[ if anyone could make him come just by talking to him, it would be john. as if the sound of his voice weren't erotic enough, the words he says – the images he creates in cassidy's head – are downright obscene. he doesn't come yet but it's a near thing, especially when john dips his head mid-speech to tease him. his hips jerk in response, an involuntary reaction because his mind is elsewhere, playing out the idea of john fucking him while he's still sated and sensitive from coming once, fucking him until he hardens and comes a second time, then doing it all again.
over and over again. he won't forget the sound of those words anytime soon.
he only returns to the present when john takes him back in his mouth, and his fingers tighten in john's hair and his head tips back and a hot, needy moan is torn from his throat. his hips rock forward, though it's clear john has the control now and frankly, cassidy is happy to give it to him. he's reaching a point where he might give john just about anything he asked for.
pushing his fingers through john's hair, he tilts his head down again to watch, his breathing ragged. ] Over and over again, huh? Can you— ah, recover that fast? [ he doesn't say old man, but it's implied in his tone, in the way his lips tick upwards at the corner.
that self-assured smile doesn't last for long, though, since each time john sinks down and sucks back up it brings him closer and closer, his noises growing more desperate, his chest rising and falling more rapidly. ] Fuck, fuck... John.
IT'S BEAUTIFUL you're beautiful
over and over again. he won't forget the sound of those words anytime soon.
he only returns to the present when john takes him back in his mouth, and his fingers tighten in john's hair and his head tips back and a hot, needy moan is torn from his throat. his hips rock forward, though it's clear john has the control now and frankly, cassidy is happy to give it to him. he's reaching a point where he might give john just about anything he asked for.
pushing his fingers through john's hair, he tilts his head down again to watch, his breathing ragged. ] Over and over again, huh? Can you— ah, recover that fast? [ he doesn't say old man, but it's implied in his tone, in the way his lips tick upwards at the corner.
that self-assured smile doesn't last for long, though, since each time john sinks down and sucks back up it brings him closer and closer, his noises growing more desperate, his chest rising and falling more rapidly. ] Fuck, fuck... John.