[ A pause. He doesn't look up this time, his eyes narrowing slightly. How are you better, John asks and that's quite something, isn't it, from the man who's currently lying on his back with everything between his legs firmly on display? How very cocky of him. The truth is, of course, that Khan is better at everything and if John's got no preferences tonight, it really is no matter. He nods once, then leans right back in and sucks his other testicle into his mouth, coating the skin in saliva and flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue. Shifting, he angles his lubed-up hand and pushes two fingers against his arsehole, not penetrating but simply circulating the muscle, slicking it up. He draws away and uses his thumb to track a wet path from John's ballsack over his perineum. He's soft, here, and very hot. With a long, even exhalation, he sits up and scoots closer on his knees, his hard cock sliding along John's inner thigh and sending sparks of pleasure shooting into his system.
Mm.
John's tight but he'll adjust, as he does, as he did. So Khan keeps his eyes on him, on his face, just to see his expressions change as he pushes his fingers - both of them - inside of him, slowly at first but very insistently. He pauses at the first knuckles, gaze hooded, thinking about the way the man's going to feel around his cock and restraining himself from just pushing inside, all the way, forcing his body open. He's showing him an awful lot of trust, is John Watson, without knowing anything about him truly worth knowing. He has given Khan no reason to betray that trust. Working his fingers slowly in and out, he stretches him open gradually, going deeper at every third or fourth stroke inwards.
He stays away from the man's prostate for now. Instead, he reaches for the lube and manages to one-handedly squeeze the last half of its contents onto his other hand. He sits back between John's legs. Keeps working him open with his other hand, as he starts stroking himself lightly, slicking up and providing some much needed relief, simultaneously. His gaze is fixed on John's face still, eyes heated and dark. ]
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Mm.
John's tight but he'll adjust, as he does, as he did. So Khan keeps his eyes on him, on his face, just to see his expressions change as he pushes his fingers - both of them - inside of him, slowly at first but very insistently. He pauses at the first knuckles, gaze hooded, thinking about the way the man's going to feel around his cock and restraining himself from just pushing inside, all the way, forcing his body open. He's showing him an awful lot of trust, is John Watson, without knowing anything about him truly worth knowing. He has given Khan no reason to betray that trust. Working his fingers slowly in and out, he stretches him open gradually, going deeper at every third or fourth stroke inwards.
He stays away from the man's prostate for now. Instead, he reaches for the lube and manages to one-handedly squeeze the last half of its contents onto his other hand. He sits back between John's legs. Keeps working him open with his other hand, as he starts stroking himself lightly, slicking up and providing some much needed relief, simultaneously. His gaze is fixed on John's face still, eyes heated and dark. ]