[ He can feel the tension in John's body to begin with as he catches up gradually to Khan's pacing of choice. It's understandable; John, by instinct, does things slower than Khan, likes foreplay and thoroughness and inch by inch. There's something very enticing about that, charming in a way. When you've been designed for speed and agility and forcefulness, the contrast is almost exotic. Right now, however, they're doing it Khan's way. And judging from John's words, the noises he makes as he tries desperately not to just give in and fuck Khan's throat, he has zero complaints. Drawing back slightly, lips wet from saliva, he runs his palm along the jut of John's hipbone, over his stomach and back again before resting it against his lower abdomen. He doesn't press down but it's a hold, all the same. Support.
Then, eyes closing, he bends down and takes him in again, bopping his head up and down and feeling the shaft of his cock grow slicker and slicker. He leaves John's hand in his hair to do as it likes, keeping the movements of his mouth and throat slow but relatively consistent. His own arousal feels like a burn, harsh and overwhelming, growing steadily in his lower body. His cock is hard enough to ache. Throat working, he goes on for another half minute or so before drawing back with a wet slurp, popping John's cock gently out of his mouth. It looks pink and wet from precum, no doubt incredibly sensitive, and he could probably make him come now, if he wanted to, just rub the head between his fingers and curl his other hand around the shaft.
But going by John's reaction, he'd rather wait. Khan isn't opposed. Right now, he isn't opposed to anything. All he can think is more and as he draws back fully, he pulls at John's briefs, signaling for him to take them off. He reaches for the lube bottle and sits back on his knees, watching the other man through narrowed eyes. He can taste him on his tongue, in the back of his throat, and it's good. It's not enough but it's good. ]
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Then, eyes closing, he bends down and takes him in again, bopping his head up and down and feeling the shaft of his cock grow slicker and slicker. He leaves John's hand in his hair to do as it likes, keeping the movements of his mouth and throat slow but relatively consistent. His own arousal feels like a burn, harsh and overwhelming, growing steadily in his lower body. His cock is hard enough to ache. Throat working, he goes on for another half minute or so before drawing back with a wet slurp, popping John's cock gently out of his mouth. It looks pink and wet from precum, no doubt incredibly sensitive, and he could probably make him come now, if he wanted to, just rub the head between his fingers and curl his other hand around the shaft.
But going by John's reaction, he'd rather wait. Khan isn't opposed. Right now, he isn't opposed to anything. All he can think is more and as he draws back fully, he pulls at John's briefs, signaling for him to take them off. He reaches for the lube bottle and sits back on his knees, watching the other man through narrowed eyes. He can taste him on his tongue, in the back of his throat, and it's good. It's not enough but it's good. ]