[ freedom from all clothing is quite the relief, right now, even if john's shorts hadn't been of the most restrictive material. there's a sense of liberation in the body, all over the skin, to be completely naked, especially in the company of people around whom you're not very shy. not that john's shy around anyone, really, but sometimes a little more comfort creeps into the action that just trying to pull off being sexually impressive in some capacity.
he's practically forgotten his souvenirs from his time with daphne himself, if only from the sheer distraction of cassidy being naked and very much in touching distance. as they move towards the bed, john presses his nose into his hair, breathing in the scent of him, of cleanliness and of the faint musk that follows people around when they're aroused.
just before the bed, when cassidy speaks, john stops him, holding him tight against his body. equal parts the sheer pleasure and enjoyment of having a taut, stupidly handsome body in such devastating close proximity to your own, and also to maintain that sense of challenge, the push and pull they give each other.
the hand that isn't entwined with cassidy's slides upwards to curl into the young man's hair, tugging back on it firmly but with no intention to cause pain, just so that cassidy would lean his head back and expose the plane of his neck to him. john trails his mouth roughly over his skin, scraping teeth as his muffled voice teasingly, distracted continues to chatter even though mind and body are in an awkward entanglement currently. ]
What, you think I want you that badly? [ as if he doesn't punctuate the sentence with another grind of his hips against cassidy's arse, as if a soft groan doesn't quickly spill out of his mouth afterwards. ] I can't imagine what gave you that impression.
[ only now does john let cassidy onto the bed, reluctantly releasing both his hair and his hand, pressing the palm against the small of his back to encourage him to lie flat on his stomach. he positions one knee between cassidy's thighs, leaning forward to run both hands down cassidy's sides as he peppers a trail of kisses down his back, along his spine, taking his time to nose and explore this line of skin. ]
Such confidence you have.
[ as his kisses lower, so do his hands, and when they've made their way all the way down cassidy's thighs, john's body has slide down so that he is positioned neatly where his knee had been before. his breath is warm against cassidy's hot skin. his tongue warmer still as it laps against cassidy's entrance in a way that could almost be described as lazy. ]
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he's practically forgotten his souvenirs from his time with daphne himself, if only from the sheer distraction of cassidy being naked and very much in touching distance. as they move towards the bed, john presses his nose into his hair, breathing in the scent of him, of cleanliness and of the faint musk that follows people around when they're aroused.
just before the bed, when cassidy speaks, john stops him, holding him tight against his body. equal parts the sheer pleasure and enjoyment of having a taut, stupidly handsome body in such devastating close proximity to your own, and also to maintain that sense of challenge, the push and pull they give each other.
the hand that isn't entwined with cassidy's slides upwards to curl into the young man's hair, tugging back on it firmly but with no intention to cause pain, just so that cassidy would lean his head back and expose the plane of his neck to him. john trails his mouth roughly over his skin, scraping teeth as his muffled voice teasingly, distracted continues to chatter even though mind and body are in an awkward entanglement currently. ]
What, you think I want you that badly? [ as if he doesn't punctuate the sentence with another grind of his hips against cassidy's arse, as if a soft groan doesn't quickly spill out of his mouth afterwards. ] I can't imagine what gave you that impression.
[ only now does john let cassidy onto the bed, reluctantly releasing both his hair and his hand, pressing the palm against the small of his back to encourage him to lie flat on his stomach. he positions one knee between cassidy's thighs, leaning forward to run both hands down cassidy's sides as he peppers a trail of kisses down his back, along his spine, taking his time to nose and explore this line of skin. ]
Such confidence you have.
[ as his kisses lower, so do his hands, and when they've made their way all the way down cassidy's thighs, john's body has slide down so that he is positioned neatly where his knee had been before. his breath is warm against cassidy's hot skin. his tongue warmer still as it laps against cassidy's entrance in a way that could almost be described as lazy. ]