[ It becomes a rhythm, the steady slide of in and out, the feel of his cock being stroked tightly at every thrust. John moves with him after a few seconds, angling his hips and soon, soon, he's whimpering and what a lovely sound that is. Khan thrusts harder, just a bit, though he's holding back by miles. The slap of skin on skin is loud in the stillness, their breaths (ragged, rough) interchangeably in and out of sync. He can feel himself drawing closer and closer, knows that it won't be long, and looks down at John, realising that his own eyes had closed without him even noticing.
John's holding onto his hair forcefully, the tension and power in his body screaming for release. Giving a few more good, hard thrusts with his hips, Khan reaches up for John's wrist and forcibly pulls his hand away from his hair, his scalp tingling in response. He presses John's hand down against the mattress for a few seconds, mostly just for the feel of it, for linking their fingers together briefly. Just so. Touch. Connect. And, consequently, leaving slickness from residual lube all over his skin.
Then, he lets go and says, voice hard, something inside him ready to explode: ]
Do it. [ Another hard thrust. His next breath is a gasp. ] Do it, make yourself come.
[ He rocks forward, maintaining the speed and the power of his movements, gaze boring into John's eyes as he starts chasing his own climax for real, leaving John to fight for himself, to make it happen - they're so closely connected now, anyway, they couldn't be truly parallel even if they tried. ]
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John's holding onto his hair forcefully, the tension and power in his body screaming for release. Giving a few more good, hard thrusts with his hips, Khan reaches up for John's wrist and forcibly pulls his hand away from his hair, his scalp tingling in response. He presses John's hand down against the mattress for a few seconds, mostly just for the feel of it, for linking their fingers together briefly. Just so. Touch. Connect. And, consequently, leaving slickness from residual lube all over his skin.
Then, he lets go and says, voice hard, something inside him ready to explode: ]
Do it. [ Another hard thrust. His next breath is a gasp. ] Do it, make yourself come.
[ He rocks forward, maintaining the speed and the power of his movements, gaze boring into John's eyes as he starts chasing his own climax for real, leaving John to fight for himself, to make it happen - they're so closely connected now, anyway, they couldn't be truly parallel even if they tried. ]