[ John reaches down and complies and Khan can feel his hand working between their bodies, his arsehole tightening along with the rest of him, the surge --
When John comes, spurting over his own stomach and Khan's, he follows him seconds later, already so far along that the added clenching around his cock simply finishes him off. He gasps, burying his face - nose, mouth, forehead - in John's neck and jerking hard - once, twice - more - until he spends himself deep inside of the other man. He comes with the echoes of his name in his ears and the feel of John everywhere, in his nostrils, in his mouth, against his neck, around his cock. It's a long, outdrawn orgasm and he almost feels like he's bursting open, despite the grand impossibility of it, despite his own inherent strength.
He breathes shakily, muscles coming down very, very slowly from the high as he comes to a halt, half-way out. He lifts his head, staring at the pillow and the strands of John's hair, fanned across it in uneven lines. Then, gently, he pulls out. He's losing hardness quickly and the muscles in his upper arm actually feel tired - a trick of the mind, of course, but a good one. Very carefully, he rolls off the other man and lies down next to him on his side. Like this, he's simply watching John's profile change as he thinks, as he breathes, and Khan thinks he could possibly keep looking until he falls asleep.
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When John comes, spurting over his own stomach and Khan's, he follows him seconds later, already so far along that the added clenching around his cock simply finishes him off. He gasps, burying his face - nose, mouth, forehead - in John's neck and jerking hard - once, twice - more - until he spends himself deep inside of the other man. He comes with the echoes of his name in his ears and the feel of John everywhere, in his nostrils, in his mouth, against his neck, around his cock. It's a long, outdrawn orgasm and he almost feels like he's bursting open, despite the grand impossibility of it, despite his own inherent strength.
He breathes shakily, muscles coming down very, very slowly from the high as he comes to a halt, half-way out. He lifts his head, staring at the pillow and the strands of John's hair, fanned across it in uneven lines. Then, gently, he pulls out. He's losing hardness quickly and the muscles in his upper arm actually feel tired - a trick of the mind, of course, but a good one. Very carefully, he rolls off the other man and lies down next to him on his side. Like this, he's simply watching John's profile change as he thinks, as he breathes, and Khan thinks he could possibly keep looking until he falls asleep.
And for longer, too, if he's honest. ]