[ whether he knows it or not (he might very well know it at this point), john just hit upon something very good. because as much as cassidy enjoys being in charge, he enjoys it just as much – possibly more – when other people take it from him (in the bedroom, at least, or the living room as it were). if he wanted to, he could struggle and probably throw john off. he suspects he wouldn't need to, because if he gave even the slightest indication he didn't want to play this game, john would stop. (when did he start trusting him so much?) as it is, he goes a little weak in the knees when john traps his hands.
before he can even think of a reply, john's grinding against him and arresting the breath in his throat. his brain shorts out, his body moving on reflex to keep that friction going. ]
Now, John, you're hardly playing fair. [ as if cassidy's concerned with playing fair. he flexes his fingers and twists his wrists slightly, testing john's grip. ]
no subject
before he can even think of a reply, john's grinding against him and arresting the breath in his throat. his brain shorts out, his body moving on reflex to keep that friction going. ]
Now, John, you're hardly playing fair. [ as if cassidy's concerned with playing fair. he flexes his fingers and twists his wrists slightly, testing john's grip. ]