[ Swallowing thickly, he watches the other man shift closer on his knees, unscrewing the bottle of lube and pouring a generous amount over his fingers, once he's settled in between his legs, close, close, John can almost feel the warmth of him on his bloody skin. It's maddening. Leaning down until his chin is inches above John's cock, Khan looks up at him again and quirks an eyebrow, something almost -- what, teasing about him, something lighter, something funny, yes, very funny as the man proceeds to ask him how he'd like it and then sucks one of his testicles into his mouth so he can't breathe and definitely not answer for a good while. Just focusing -- on not jerking upwards, not create more wet, warm friction, he's so dangerously close as it is. He stares at Khan for a long moment, forcing him to wait on him, because he deserves it, the idiot, until he finally draws in a shaking breath and replies, voice more harsh than amused, but amusement sure runs as an undercurrent anyway, to your luck, Mr. Free Agent: ]
I'd like you to get a bloody move on or this will be a very one-sided shag very soon. [ He's tempering his breathing carefully, throwing in a cold shower thought every now and then for good measure, just glimpses, nothing that lingers -- can't, when Khan's right there with his stupid cheekbones and his even stupider pecs and his determined gaze, his hard cock. John licks his lips and meets Khan's quirked eyebrow with a quirked one of his own as he adds, a bit more accommodatingly: ] I'd like it good, so how are you better, gentle or rough?
[ Just make me writhe, seems to be the implication, unspoken for now. Khan's smart, however, he'll catch on -- he'll get it, John knows, because weirdly enough they seem to have a mutual understanding of these things, despite all the stuff that they don't have in common, the things they don't share, the things John doesn't know, not even how old the man is, fuck, it's kind of pathetic, actually. Doesn't feel pathetic, though. Feels very, very genuinely fantastic and he'll take that over the full picture any day. Shifting on his elbows, he lifts his chin and angles his lower body a bit, spreading his legs more. He wants Khan in his own time, at his own pace, that's what he wants. ]
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I'd like you to get a bloody move on or this will be a very one-sided shag very soon. [ He's tempering his breathing carefully, throwing in a cold shower thought every now and then for good measure, just glimpses, nothing that lingers -- can't, when Khan's right there with his stupid cheekbones and his even stupider pecs and his determined gaze, his hard cock. John licks his lips and meets Khan's quirked eyebrow with a quirked one of his own as he adds, a bit more accommodatingly: ] I'd like it good, so how are you better, gentle or rough?
[ Just make me writhe, seems to be the implication, unspoken for now. Khan's smart, however, he'll catch on -- he'll get it, John knows, because weirdly enough they seem to have a mutual understanding of these things, despite all the stuff that they don't have in common, the things they don't share, the things John doesn't know, not even how old the man is, fuck, it's kind of pathetic, actually. Doesn't feel pathetic, though. Feels very, very genuinely fantastic and he'll take that over the full picture any day. Shifting on his elbows, he lifts his chin and angles his lower body a bit, spreading his legs more. He wants Khan in his own time, at his own pace, that's what he wants. ]