[ They make eye contact, finally, and Khan doesn't look away, simply keeps moving his fingers, in and out, in and out. John has relaxed sufficiently already, he thinks, but he doesn't hurry, simply drives his fingers all the way into him, to the last knuckle, as he fists his own cock. He's definitely pushing himself closer to the finishing line as well, and he tightens his grip around the base for a moment, hard. Then, he pulls his fingers mostly out of John, enough to add a third alongside them and give him that final stretch, his arsehole tight around the length of his fingers. All impressions in the room are sexual, to him - the sounds of John's breathing, his own ragged as well; the slick sound of his fingers going in and out, up and down. He breathes out harshly. Looks at the way John's arse opens around his fingers, the way he's on display with his arse in the air, his cock bouncing lightly against his abdomen when he moves.
He wants this. Now. He's been patient enough.
Keeping all three fingers buried in John's arse, twisting them slightly back and forth, he shifts into position between his spread legs. The angle's not perfect but it'll do - he pulls his fingers out slowly, before spreading the other man's buttocks apart. Closer yet, closer, until he can feel the head of his cock pushing up against John's perineum, smearing precum all over his skin. He breathes out. Guides himself down to John's arsehole and pushes the head of his cock against it. It's tight still but the slippery coating of lube helps the motion along and with a couple of easy thrusts, he slides inside, feeling John's body stretch around him all the way. He doesn't pause, though he runs one of his sticky hands down John's front, over his stomach, before spreading his fingers near the middle of his chest. He keeps going, until he's buried all the way to the base, his perception of pleasure dulled very slightly by sheer force of will, mostly for the sake of focusing.
He'll know when to let loose, as he always does. ]
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He wants this. Now. He's been patient enough.
Keeping all three fingers buried in John's arse, twisting them slightly back and forth, he shifts into position between his spread legs. The angle's not perfect but it'll do - he pulls his fingers out slowly, before spreading the other man's buttocks apart. Closer yet, closer, until he can feel the head of his cock pushing up against John's perineum, smearing precum all over his skin. He breathes out. Guides himself down to John's arsehole and pushes the head of his cock against it. It's tight still but the slippery coating of lube helps the motion along and with a couple of easy thrusts, he slides inside, feeling John's body stretch around him all the way. He doesn't pause, though he runs one of his sticky hands down John's front, over his stomach, before spreading his fingers near the middle of his chest. He keeps going, until he's buried all the way to the base, his perception of pleasure dulled very slightly by sheer force of will, mostly for the sake of focusing.
He'll know when to let loose, as he always does. ]