[Yes. Yes. John moaned around Elliot over and over again as he rode his mouth, feeling him become more frantic and desperate with every thrust. The whole scene was pretty wanton and shameless on John's part - a young, pretty boy with soft features but hard eyes, his hair too long and his body too slim, nearly crying out with pleasure from sucking someone's cock. Pretty lewd.
Pretty intentional, at least in the sense of working with what he had.
It was certainly telling that Elliot didn't touch John during this, hands fisted in the couch padding instead. Was that part of his mind that hadn't fully been made up, or just the sort of habit that came from not touching anyone very often? He still looked a bit like he was fighting against it, but John thought he had done his best. All he could do now was keep up the pace until Elliot finally gave in, which he could tell would be soon.]
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Pretty intentional, at least in the sense of working with what he had.
It was certainly telling that Elliot didn't touch John during this, hands fisted in the couch padding instead. Was that part of his mind that hadn't fully been made up, or just the sort of habit that came from not touching anyone very often? He still looked a bit like he was fighting against it, but John thought he had done his best. All he could do now was keep up the pace until Elliot finally gave in, which he could tell would be soon.]