[ He obliges, dropping to his knees on the bed and shifting upwards, until he's got one arm on either side of John's hips. The small pause between action and inaction is minute, feels more like a quiet inhalation, and his blood pumps faster and faster, as he leans down and presses his lips to the skin beneath John's navel, his happy trail tickling his chin. He doesn't work slow; after all, he's ravenous. Drawn-out exploration will simply have to wait. Instead, he reaches up with both hands and pulls John's briefs away, hooking them quickly behind his balls. Then, with a quick glance up at John's face, he bends down and sucks his cock between his lips.
The head feels big like this, a bit like a stretch, and he presses his tongue against it, coaxing it deeper into his mouth. When it hits the back of his throat, he draws back only briefly, sucking it back inside. He doesn't care about making the man climax before they've fucked, he'll just as happily take him there twice. All he knows is that John feels large and solid and altogether present like this and it's intoxicating, it's exactly what he wants. So he draws back again, he curls his fingers around the base of his cock, keeping it angled and dipping in, running his tongue over the head and around the retracted ridge of foreskin. The taste and feeling of it goes straight to his cock and in none too many moments, he'll fuck him just like this, on his back, windswept and disarranged.
He swallows him again, this time to the base, the stretch nowhere close to painful. Burying his nose in his pubic hair, there's an almost overpowering sense of John all over and he thinks about some idiot offending him, showing him disrespect for no reason whatsoever, just to prove himself, to play pretend, and he's almost sorry he didn't hurt the man any worse. It's simply not allowed. It wasn't before, in the world where John may or may not have been and Khan made the rules across continents and seas, and it isn't now. ]
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The head feels big like this, a bit like a stretch, and he presses his tongue against it, coaxing it deeper into his mouth. When it hits the back of his throat, he draws back only briefly, sucking it back inside. He doesn't care about making the man climax before they've fucked, he'll just as happily take him there twice. All he knows is that John feels large and solid and altogether present like this and it's intoxicating, it's exactly what he wants. So he draws back again, he curls his fingers around the base of his cock, keeping it angled and dipping in, running his tongue over the head and around the retracted ridge of foreskin. The taste and feeling of it goes straight to his cock and in none too many moments, he'll fuck him just like this, on his back, windswept and disarranged.
He swallows him again, this time to the base, the stretch nowhere close to painful. Burying his nose in his pubic hair, there's an almost overpowering sense of John all over and he thinks about some idiot offending him, showing him disrespect for no reason whatsoever, just to prove himself, to play pretend, and he's almost sorry he didn't hurt the man any worse. It's simply not allowed. It wasn't before, in the world where John may or may not have been and Khan made the rules across continents and seas, and it isn't now. ]