[ for a moment, something breathless in john seems to soften as he simply looks at cassidy, concentrates on the warmth of him in his arms, his solid shape. he wonders who he was before this city, who he'd be once he returned. a good man, to john. someone who embraced his vulnerability and just as quietly released it when it had to burrow back down into wherever it preferred to hide. ]
None at all.
[ with that, the softness disappears again, and lust throws him back into more kisses. his nails scrape against cassidy's back, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to leave the faintest of red trails. as much as he wants to stay bound up in cassidy's embrace, though, he soon finds himself gently extricating himself from it. his knees bend, slowly, as he sinks down, trailing kisses along the middle of cassidy's body. down his sternum, his abdomen, until he's on his knees.
his hands pull down at the waistband of cassidy's sweatpants, slowly as he can, revealing cassidy bit by bit. ]
I see there's some form of modern clothing you've taken to. No frilled sleeves for me, tonight?
[ there's not much time for cassidy to reply; as soon as the sweatpants are halfway down the young man's thighs, john dips his head forward to take the head of his cock in his mouth, sucking softly, moving minimally, teasingly. ]
no subject
None at all.
[ with that, the softness disappears again, and lust throws him back into more kisses. his nails scrape against cassidy's back, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to leave the faintest of red trails. as much as he wants to stay bound up in cassidy's embrace, though, he soon finds himself gently extricating himself from it. his knees bend, slowly, as he sinks down, trailing kisses along the middle of cassidy's body. down his sternum, his abdomen, until he's on his knees.
his hands pull down at the waistband of cassidy's sweatpants, slowly as he can, revealing cassidy bit by bit. ]
I see there's some form of modern clothing you've taken to. No frilled sleeves for me, tonight?
[ there's not much time for cassidy to reply; as soon as the sweatpants are halfway down the young man's thighs, john dips his head forward to take the head of his cock in his mouth, sucking softly, moving minimally, teasingly. ]