[ The muscles in his entire body are tightening up from his attempt at holding back, shoulders, upper arms, thighs, abdomen -- but then Khan reaches up and presses a hand supportively against his lower stomach, fingers splayed out and the warmth is just another addition, making John groan and thrust upwards while the other man bops his head up and down, creating the mere skeleton of a rhythm, strikes the beginning of a pace and John has to think to himself, then, that should he really come now, they'll just do it some other way, they'll figure it out, he'll blow Khan in return, it's fine, it's good... Because, shit, he's so close, he's aching for it, he's aching. Finally, Khan pops his cock out of his mouth, gently and that's bloody well nice of him, and draws back, signaling for John to get rid of the briefs, an order he sure doesn't need repeated twice.
It's just a shuffle, then the briefs land on the floor, soundlessly, disappearing amongst the shadows of the bed and John watches Khan out the corner of his eyes, how he reaches for the lube and sits back on his knees, all hard front and hard features and hard, hard, hard cock. John thinks, he should probably get a pillow to push under his lower back, if they're going to do this the hard way and even if they aren't, if they're taking it easier (mood doesn't seem to suggest it, though), some elevation will only help, in any case. So he turns slightly and grabs a pillow from the other end of the bed, arranging himself across it, so his bum is lifted up, his entire lower body -- okay, well, he's kind of on display like this, isn't he, his glistening cock, his balls, his perineum -- that entire area free for all access, yes, good. That's... He isn't blushing, John honestly isn't the blushing type, but his cheeks feel slightly heated and his lips are parted while he tries to draw breath, quicker and quicker, never enough air in his system.
He shifts, spreads his legs a little. Resting on his elbows, he looks back at Khan, meeting his eyes straight-on. ]
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It's just a shuffle, then the briefs land on the floor, soundlessly, disappearing amongst the shadows of the bed and John watches Khan out the corner of his eyes, how he reaches for the lube and sits back on his knees, all hard front and hard features and hard, hard, hard cock. John thinks, he should probably get a pillow to push under his lower back, if they're going to do this the hard way and even if they aren't, if they're taking it easier (mood doesn't seem to suggest it, though), some elevation will only help, in any case. So he turns slightly and grabs a pillow from the other end of the bed, arranging himself across it, so his bum is lifted up, his entire lower body -- okay, well, he's kind of on display like this, isn't he, his glistening cock, his balls, his perineum -- that entire area free for all access, yes, good. That's... He isn't blushing, John honestly isn't the blushing type, but his cheeks feel slightly heated and his lips are parted while he tries to draw breath, quicker and quicker, never enough air in his system.
He shifts, spreads his legs a little. Resting on his elbows, he looks back at Khan, meeting his eyes straight-on. ]