[ john resists, just slightly, when cassidy tries to pull him back. the sudden spike in heat and salt in his mouth is of no concern to him, he relishes openly in having brought cassidy this far, even if it's not for the first time. he obliges quickly, though, when the young man pulls at his hair, a wild grin emerging on his face as soon as his lips finally slip away from cassidy's cock.
he stands slowly enough that he can kiss his way back up cassidy's stomach, the line of his sternum and up his neck, curving his body inwards against the young man without grazing their hips, conscious of cassidy's sensitivity more so than the ache he's feeling. having relegated his hands to touching cassidy and subsequently pulling his own shorts off entirely, kicking them aside, his own cock is left to need and neglect, but it will only make fucking cassidy that much sweeter. his palms slide and press against cassidy's sides, his voice quiet but rough. ]
Enough? [ the flash of his teeth is as coy as it is promising, electrified and even more enthralled now by this that he already was. ] Darling, I've only just started with you.
[ it would probably be manhandling if john wasn't so damn elegant about it. he steps away from cassidy, but takes his hand to pull him away from the wall, towards him, smoothly taking his waist and twisting him around to face the bedroom. it's kind of like a dance routine, one that they've both experienced enough times. with his chest pressed against cassidy's back, he grinds his hips forward, sliding the firm, damp weight of his cock against cassidy's arse as he nudges him towards the bed. patience is not a virtue that john can boast about, but sometimes, he has a handle on it. just enough. when the want to get his mouth on cassidy again is strong enough to override the already overwhelming need to get right down to a good fuck. ]
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he stands slowly enough that he can kiss his way back up cassidy's stomach, the line of his sternum and up his neck, curving his body inwards against the young man without grazing their hips, conscious of cassidy's sensitivity more so than the ache he's feeling. having relegated his hands to touching cassidy and subsequently pulling his own shorts off entirely, kicking them aside, his own cock is left to need and neglect, but it will only make fucking cassidy that much sweeter. his palms slide and press against cassidy's sides, his voice quiet but rough. ]
Enough? [ the flash of his teeth is as coy as it is promising, electrified and even more enthralled now by this that he already was. ] Darling, I've only just started with you.
[ it would probably be manhandling if john wasn't so damn elegant about it. he steps away from cassidy, but takes his hand to pull him away from the wall, towards him, smoothly taking his waist and twisting him around to face the bedroom. it's kind of like a dance routine, one that they've both experienced enough times. with his chest pressed against cassidy's back, he grinds his hips forward, sliding the firm, damp weight of his cock against cassidy's arse as he nudges him towards the bed. patience is not a virtue that john can boast about, but sometimes, he has a handle on it. just enough. when the want to get his mouth on cassidy again is strong enough to override the already overwhelming need to get right down to a good fuck. ]