[ john only breaks the kiss when he suddenly feels far too hot in his own skin, shrugging his hoodie off his shoulders and then yanking his t-shirt up, over his head before tossing it aside. once it's gone, he peels cassidy away from the wall by the small of his back before a hand slides down past the waistband of his sweatpants, returning cassidy's favours. ]
You know, I keep wondering how I managed to resist fucking you that first time. [ in the gardens, he means. ] I've never been much good at restraining myself from pursuing who I want.
[ who he wants badly, right now. he's not sure if it's the running or the aching loneliness that made him go running in the first place that brought him here; there's something in cassidy that inspires a strange sense of kinship in john, and he can't quite put his finger on it. perhaps it's something to do with their encounter, that time, in the bar. cassidy is a safe place to seek. ]
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[ john only breaks the kiss when he suddenly feels far too hot in his own skin, shrugging his hoodie off his shoulders and then yanking his t-shirt up, over his head before tossing it aside. once it's gone, he peels cassidy away from the wall by the small of his back before a hand slides down past the waistband of his sweatpants, returning cassidy's favours. ]
You know, I keep wondering how I managed to resist fucking you that first time. [ in the gardens, he means. ] I've never been much good at restraining myself from pursuing who I want.
[ who he wants badly, right now. he's not sure if it's the running or the aching loneliness that made him go running in the first place that brought him here; there's something in cassidy that inspires a strange sense of kinship in john, and he can't quite put his finger on it. perhaps it's something to do with their encounter, that time, in the bar. cassidy is a safe place to seek. ]