[ wherever john puts his lips and hands on the way back up leaves a bloom of tingling warmth behind, and by the time he's standing cassidy feels it all over. as john strips out of his shorts, cassidy shoves his sweatpants the rest of the way down and kicks them off. glancing down, he takes in the blessed sight of john's cock and his mouth nearly waters when he remembers the taste of it, the weight on his tongue, sliding between his lips. it's all he can do to keep from touching it now, getting his hand around it and relishing the heft in his palm.
but then, a mark on john's hip grabs his attention, which leads him to notice other marks he was too ... distracted to notice before. john's sporting quite a few, such that cassidy might think he'd been in a scrap – might, if he didn't know exactly how one acquires marks such as those. and it's not from getting punched in the chest or knocked to the ground.
a smirk flicks the corner of his lips, and he'd comment on it if john didn't choose that moment to speak. so, cassidy settles for a knowing look, a silent promise to return to it later.
the sound of john's voice sparks against cassidy's nerves, lights a fire in his veins. reminds him of an itch that still needs scratching. honestly, he doesn't mind being manhandled, but he really likes the way john does it, exactly like a dance. the only kind of dance in which cassidy has any talent. when john grinds against him, his eyes roll shut and his head drops back, his breath shuddering as he exhales. god, he needs john to be fucking him yesterday. ]
Yeah? [ he raises one arm, bends his elbow and threads his fingers through john's hair. a grin plays across his lips, his voice low. ] We'll see how long you last once you're inside me.
[ his hand trails down from john's hair and twists to grab his wrist instead, and he laces their fingers as he leads john to the bed and climbs on. ]
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but then, a mark on john's hip grabs his attention, which leads him to notice other marks he was too ... distracted to notice before. john's sporting quite a few, such that cassidy might think he'd been in a scrap – might, if he didn't know exactly how one acquires marks such as those. and it's not from getting punched in the chest or knocked to the ground.
a smirk flicks the corner of his lips, and he'd comment on it if john didn't choose that moment to speak. so, cassidy settles for a knowing look, a silent promise to return to it later.
the sound of john's voice sparks against cassidy's nerves, lights a fire in his veins. reminds him of an itch that still needs scratching. honestly, he doesn't mind being manhandled, but he really likes the way john does it, exactly like a dance. the only kind of dance in which cassidy has any talent. when john grinds against him, his eyes roll shut and his head drops back, his breath shuddering as he exhales. god, he needs john to be fucking him yesterday. ]
Yeah? [ he raises one arm, bends his elbow and threads his fingers through john's hair. a grin plays across his lips, his voice low. ] We'll see how long you last once you're inside me.
[ his hand trails down from john's hair and twists to grab his wrist instead, and he laces their fingers as he leads john to the bed and climbs on. ]