[ he can't help snorting with laughter at the sight of cassidy tossing a sheathed knife out of the way, not even remotely surprised by its presence beneath the young man's pillow. he went through a similar phase, once, though admittedly with a gun and not a knife. another time, though, for sharp objects being held at one's neck.
of course john wants to be here. he's spent most of his life always being where he wants to be, never sticking around the places he doesn't, but knowing what it's like to be trapped is still fresh in his mind, even though he's been here for months. knowing that you don't want to be in your own home, the home you have loved and cared for and built long enough to make your own, feeling like a ghost in its corridors, resenting all the things you used to adore about it. the solidity, the safety of it, all gone. while he's been here in eudio, john's made something of a point of only doing what he wants. obligations haven't come into any part of it. the freedom of choice and movement is all that he has needed, and it feels so good, when he doesn't mire himself down in guilt for being here and for being fractionally happy.
but that's not what he's thinking about right now. far from it.
idly, he strokes the back of cassidy's thigh, brushing his fingers up and down in a way that could almost be termed as affectionate. rolling his hips down, he slides his cock against the bed, aching and needing, but not enough yet to give himself the attention he's craving. times like these are practically the only ones when john is actually quiet, diligent in his attentions to other people, tongue drifting in lazy, purposeful circles around cassidy.
the gentle stroking comes to an end, however, when john's hand catches against the back of the young man's knee and pushes it up that little bit higher as he sinks lower, licking down his perineum until he's teasing a little at cassidy's balls. you know, just to double check how that sensitivity is going. once he's satisfied with this, his entire body shifts and rises. he needs to get the essentials ready.
again, as he moves up the bed and over cassidy, john slides his body against him, cock hard and a little wet as it teases between the man's cheeks, mouth and tongue sliding in a lazy collection of bites and kisses up cassidy's back. until he's back by cassidy's ear, breathing soft but shallow against it, not uttering a word, pulling at his lobe with his teeth. revelling in the silence, as he stretches an arm across to wrestle with the bedside drawer where he knows cassidy keeps lubricant and condoms. a silent "thank you, freddie baxter" passes through his mind, and it makes him smile a little.
he could go back down again, pleasure cassidy with his mouth, but he rather likes where he is now. he rises only enough so that he can move his hands into a position where he can squeeze lube onto his fingertips. ]
So, Captain, [ he murmurs, low and gravelly into cassidy's ear, ] Tell me what it is you want.
[ with that, a slick finger presses at cassidy's arse, but agonisingly, goes no further into him. not until he hears it come from the man himself. ]
omg this ran away from me i'm so sorry
of course john wants to be here. he's spent most of his life always being where he wants to be, never sticking around the places he doesn't, but knowing what it's like to be trapped is still fresh in his mind, even though he's been here for months. knowing that you don't want to be in your own home, the home you have loved and cared for and built long enough to make your own, feeling like a ghost in its corridors, resenting all the things you used to adore about it. the solidity, the safety of it, all gone. while he's been here in eudio, john's made something of a point of only doing what he wants. obligations haven't come into any part of it. the freedom of choice and movement is all that he has needed, and it feels so good, when he doesn't mire himself down in guilt for being here and for being fractionally happy.
but that's not what he's thinking about right now. far from it.
idly, he strokes the back of cassidy's thigh, brushing his fingers up and down in a way that could almost be termed as affectionate. rolling his hips down, he slides his cock against the bed, aching and needing, but not enough yet to give himself the attention he's craving. times like these are practically the only ones when john is actually quiet, diligent in his attentions to other people, tongue drifting in lazy, purposeful circles around cassidy.
the gentle stroking comes to an end, however, when john's hand catches against the back of the young man's knee and pushes it up that little bit higher as he sinks lower, licking down his perineum until he's teasing a little at cassidy's balls. you know, just to double check how that sensitivity is going. once he's satisfied with this, his entire body shifts and rises. he needs to get the essentials ready.
again, as he moves up the bed and over cassidy, john slides his body against him, cock hard and a little wet as it teases between the man's cheeks, mouth and tongue sliding in a lazy collection of bites and kisses up cassidy's back. until he's back by cassidy's ear, breathing soft but shallow against it, not uttering a word, pulling at his lobe with his teeth. revelling in the silence, as he stretches an arm across to wrestle with the bedside drawer where he knows cassidy keeps lubricant and condoms. a silent "thank you, freddie baxter" passes through his mind, and it makes him smile a little.
he could go back down again, pleasure cassidy with his mouth, but he rather likes where he is now. he rises only enough so that he can move his hands into a position where he can squeeze lube onto his fingertips. ]
So, Captain, [ he murmurs, low and gravelly into cassidy's ear, ] Tell me what it is you want.
[ with that, a slick finger presses at cassidy's arse, but agonisingly, goes no further into him. not until he hears it come from the man himself. ]