[ slowly, john moves cassidy's hands so that they're at his sides, the backs of his palms pressed as firmly against the wall as the rest of his body. his grip does not shift much beneath cassidy's tests, but there's nothing threatening about it. over the years, john has learned the difference between restraint and aggression, and in his opinion, is good at utilising that to his advantage. john would stop, if cassidy wanted him to. he knows what's it's like when someone doesn't, and your mind is too muddled to know the difference between what you want and what you think you deserve, in some twisted, addled way.
he dips his head, kissing cassidy's jaw lightly, trailing his mouth down to the hollow of his neck, searching for the beat of his pulse. he loves it when he can feel it quicken just that little bit beneath his lips. his hips move back a little, hopefully enough to frustrate him for just a moment, before he presses in with his thigh between cassidy's legs. ]
I think it's a perfectly suitable means of ascertaining exactly how much you want me to keep going.
[ he bites, softly, at the line of cassidy's collarbone. he and the younger man are similar, in that sense; they both like to have control taken from them, not to be completely overwhelmed and dominated, but to be handled, just a little. right now john wants simply to excite him, to tease him enough to get a little rise (ha) out him. ]
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[ slowly, john moves cassidy's hands so that they're at his sides, the backs of his palms pressed as firmly against the wall as the rest of his body. his grip does not shift much beneath cassidy's tests, but there's nothing threatening about it. over the years, john has learned the difference between restraint and aggression, and in his opinion, is good at utilising that to his advantage. john would stop, if cassidy wanted him to. he knows what's it's like when someone doesn't, and your mind is too muddled to know the difference between what you want and what you think you deserve, in some twisted, addled way.
he dips his head, kissing cassidy's jaw lightly, trailing his mouth down to the hollow of his neck, searching for the beat of his pulse. he loves it when he can feel it quicken just that little bit beneath his lips. his hips move back a little, hopefully enough to frustrate him for just a moment, before he presses in with his thigh between cassidy's legs. ]
I think it's a perfectly suitable means of ascertaining exactly how much you want me to keep going.
[ he bites, softly, at the line of cassidy's collarbone. he and the younger man are similar, in that sense; they both like to have control taken from them, not to be completely overwhelmed and dominated, but to be handled, just a little. right now john wants simply to excite him, to tease him enough to get a little rise (ha) out him. ]