[Elliot let his hand stay on John's neck even when the other pulled back from the kiss. There was a comfort in the touch that he didn't want to give up right away. It didn't even make sense at all. Why he liked that touch so much. Nothing made much sense when it came to John and he hadn't gotten used to that fact yet.
[Of course Elliot would ask for the answer to a rhetorical question. Of course he would. It made John snort with fond amusement, and somehow his hands ended up low on Elliot's sides, near his hips.]
Longer than I've ever waited for anything I wanted before. [Because he was an impatient little shit who preferred saying no to hearing it, which Elliot had to know by now.]
[That was a pretty rapid volley of questions from Elliot, who - at least with John - tended to react more than he questioned anything. Now he had Elliot's attention and curiosity, though, which made his heart give a little skip in his chest. Swallowing hard, he tried to smirk and failed miserably, the resulting expression just jittery and nervous.]
Look, man, you know there's nothing wrong with my self-esteem. It's not like I thought you'd shoot me down hard or anything, but - [He'd come out too defensive when Elliot hadn't accused him of anything. He had to dial it back.] - I couldn't really see you being into it, either.
[Oh god. What else. He did smirk at that, subtly suggestive.] You really wanna hear all of it?
Oh. [That was logical he supposed. It's not like john could know anything about this side of his life. He hadn't even had anyone over to fuck since he'd brought John home.]
I want to hear all of it. [a quiet confirmation as he slides his fingers into john's hair] and then you should do what you want... And not ask.
[That - was the hottest thing that had ever happened to John in his life. He gaped silently at Elliot for a second, his heart seeming to pump magma through his veins instead of blood, before he was finally able to react by climbing right into Elliot's lap as he'd been thinking about doing all night.
Looking at Elliot from above gave John an even bigger rush than he'd dreamed. He bent down to kiss Elliot more thoroughly and much more demandingly, hands sliding up under his shirt to find bare skin on his torso - god, John ran hotter than the average human, and Elliot still felt feverishly warm to the touch. Was that the drugs, too?]
[Despite the fact that he'd invited this a sudden lap full of John shocked him. His eyes widened in their slightly too big way for a moment.
His eyes focused on John until he kissed him. The kiss wasn't lazy and exploratory anymore. John knew what he wanted and was following Elliot's instructions to take.
His hands were so hot on his skin, that alone nearly enough to make him moan into the kiss. But they felt good and he reached to pull his shirt off.
[Hearing Elliot moan made John shiver against him, because that was involuntary, whereas Elliot usually needed to think through everything. There was definitely some sort of power play involved in his desire for Elliot - which there tended to be in everything involving him, but he didn't realize until he heard that moan just how thoroughly he wanted to break Elliot down until he was nearly sobbing with need.
Of course he was glad to pull back long enough for Elliot to get his shirt off, sitting back on his haunches for a moment to admire the view before tracing his fingertips lightly from Elliot's collarbones to his hipbones.]
Definitely wanted to do this, too. [If his hands felt hot on Elliot's skin, his open mouth would doubtlessly feel even hotter, licking and sucking a path from Elliot's neck down to his chest. John couldn't stay in this position if he wanted to move much lower, his back already quite curved to reach where he was, but it worked for now.]
[Elliot tossed the predictably black shirt off to the side. He hadnt been sure of how John would react. The air felt hotter against his skin, breathing a little shorter as he stared at the younger man.
Another moan passed unbidden from Elliot's lips, John's mouth leaving him breathing harder and like his skin was on fire with the pleasure.
He was never going to learn his lesson with Molly.]
You've been thinking about this and you didn't do anything? [a small part of Elliot held back from this. He cared about John... He was so much younger..]
[He laughed against Elliot's skin at the question, resting his forehead against Elliot's chest for a second to answer.]
Sorry? [There was an ironic little twist to his voice.] Apparently I respect you or something. And you're like the only one, so you better appreciate it.
[Despite his mocking tone, he meant those words, and the fact that he had made almost no physical contact with Elliot in all this time probably said as much with what Elliot was learning now. He did respect Elliot, from the moment he realized that Elliot was taking him in without expectation of payback or praise. It had been a totally unselfish gesture, one without pity, and had always stayed that way.
Now he did want to move his mouth lower, though, which meant climbing off Elliot and nudging his legs open to settle between them on his knees. For now, he wasn't taking advantage of the position's classic meaning - he was up on his haunches, hands splayed on Elliot's lower back as he pressed more wet kisses across his abdomen and down to the waistband of his pants.]
[Even though the tone was a bit kocking Elliot did appreciate it even if he didn't get it, not completely. But he honestly wasn't sure he needed to right then and there were other things pulling at his mind, drawing his attention away from thinking.
The main thing was John was on his knees between his legs. It had to be clear enough that he was half hard already. And it felt so good, his hands on the small of his back, lips pressed against his stomach. God, did he want this and it showed in the way his body was wound tight with the tensions of it. Holding back again, though it took all his concentration.]
Why? I don't want to take advantage of you or some shit. [The words were spoken out of fear that wasn't quite inhibited enough in this state.]
[When John got low enough to see the beginning of Elliot's erection pressing against his jeans, he immediately let out a long, shuddering breath.] Fuck... [He sounded half-drunk with arousal, his hand just reaching to touch the bulge when Elliot spoke up again.
All John could do in response was laugh. Laugh and laugh until he finally looked up at Elliot with half-closed lids]
Elliot. If you tried to take advantage of me? I'd fucking kill you.
[He almost always had a cigarette lit, after all. John could do it instantly. So with that cleared up, he finally pressed his palm against the bulge in Elliot's jeans and started to massage it slowly, still looking up at him with that smouldering gaze.]
[The words were a bit sobering, Elliot's eyes widening again. It wasn't really shock or fear. There was just an honesty and seriousness to it. And he knew it was true. John could have killed him at basically any point and he never had.
And now he was between his legs wanting him and Elliot wanted him too. This wasn't bad because he wasn't taking advantage, if anything John was taking advantage of him. He'd after all, told John to do what he wanted. A free pass to anything his teenage hormones could've dreamed up.
He didn't say another word, watching John as he touched him, eyes meeting his. His gaze far more lazy but his desire was just as clear as if the way his dick got harder at the other's attention wasn't evidence enough.]
[He saw the reality settle into Elliot's expression, saw that Elliot absolutely believed him without fearing him, and he could've climbed right back up to give Elliot another fierce kiss if he weren't far more interested in this new diversion. That belief without fear - it felt a lot like respect in turn, but John had only ever known fear or hatred, so he could only guess.
Regardless, it was powerful. An aphrodisiac right now, and likely a source of much stronger ties and emotions when he came down from this high.
What did he want to do? He wanted to tear Elliot's restraint to shreds. Step one was unfastening his absurdly tight jeans; step two was tugging them and his underwear down low enough to free his cock; step three was opening his full lips around it and swallowing it with practiced ease.
Hopefully Elliot wouldn't think too hard about how he got that practice.]
[Elliot couldn't think much as the other pulled his pants and underwear out of the way, his cock springing from it's confines and then what felt like extremely quickly into John's mouth.]
Fuck.
[Elliot exhaled heavily at the intense sensation of the other's mouth on his dick. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten blown while high on molly but it might've been the first time where he'd spent so much time wanting it and not having it before. His hips pressed up slightly, instinctively wanting more of the warm, wet mouth around him.]
[Riding out the movements of Elliot's hips was effortless for John because they were still so restrained and small; he hoped that moving so smoothly with them rather than pinning him down would encourage Elliot to fuck his face harder, since that would just be more evidence that his control was coming apart. His blowjobs were fast and intense, as one might have expected from him, head bobbing rapidly and one hand coming up to cover the rest of the length when he needed to pull up a little to catch his breath - when he did, though, he'd press and curl his tongue so artfully around the most sensitive spots of the head that it didn't feel like like a concession.
He wished he could keep talking to Elliot while he did this, spin out a few other fantasies he'd had, but he was no telepath. Maybe with drugs having helped to break this ice, they could keep this up on a (slightly more) sober basis. It was likely either that or crushing awkwardness would settle between them, and John couldn't bear that thought.]
[There was no preamble to the way John sucked his cock, taking him down quickly over and over again and Elliot couldn't think about anything but the sensory overload. His hands were at his sides, fingers curled into the couch as if trying to ground himself in the moment.
It didn't work.
Every time the other pulled up it wasn't any less intense. His tongue doing things that made Elliot shudder visibly. He didn't know how long it'd been but it felt like John had been sucking his dick for hours and at the same time no time at all. His hips pressed up as the pressure built, thrusting up into that mouth that was so willing to take him.
He was so close. He watched the hypnotic sight of John's lips wrapped around his cock and it was more than he could have imagined it being.]
[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.]
[A part of him was holding back. Up until this point nearly everything was things that John had done to him. It felt as if the moment he touched him that would change. Elliot would be the one doing something to John and there was still an instinctual hold against that but it was weak.
It got weaker each time he was buried in the other's mouth, feeling him coming back up again. He moaned again, the sound quiet. The way his hips moved became more erratic and he knew that he was close. So close, whether it was the pinnacle of pleasure to finally feel the other's mouth, to feel some physical connection to something that had been brewing beneath his surface or the drugs but it felt like he wasn't lasting long at all.
He reached for John's hair, his hand going to his length as he pulled him off of his cock. This was the part he was the one doing something to John. He looked at him, his fingers curled in his hair as his hand stroked his length and it barely took that before he was coming, the tip still near his mouth but it'd been intentional to pull out before and to come on him.
He could say that it was because he didn't know if John would want to swallow but a deeper part of him knew that wasn't it.]
[The last thing John was expecting was for Elliot to pull him off his cock like that. He let out a startled, slightly pained choking noise when Elliot's cock slipped from his throat and mouth, eyes wide and a bit wild as he stared up at Elliot in shock, then -
- well. Then it took him a couple of seconds to realize that Elliot had just given him a deliberate facial.
His expression changed plainly when it did dawn on him, wicked amusement lighting his features, and he licked Elliot's come from his lips very slowly before scraping the rest off with a finger and licking that clean as well.
Elliot still had him by the hair, too, he noticed. It made his entire body throb with need.]
You - are so fucking hot - [He didn't think he'd ever forget the way Elliot had stared at him in the moments between positioning him and coming on him. Never. He'd felt stripped all the way down to the bone but not the slightest bit exposed.]
[For a moment, after the pleasure had died away, Elliot thought maybe he'd made a mistake. But the look was unmistakable and the way John licked his come anyway sent a shiver through him. Shit. That'd been hotter than he'd imagined.
Not that he'd imagined anything so detailed anyway. His fingers slid through the other's hair, staring at him, eyes moving quickly in that unique way he had as he studied every detail about him before his hand slid out of his hair.]
Yeah.
[A quirk of a smile before he looked down at the other's crotch, knowing he had to be achingly hard.]
[Yeah. Jesus Christ. If John's laugh at that had been a fraction higher pitched, it would've been a giggle. Elliot may have been figuring John out slowly as they continued to share this space, but he was still a near-complete mystery. That was part of what made him so unbearably alluring.
John stood up and straightened out his legs to stretch them, then took off his own pants and underwear. Not his shirt: there was very, very little that made him self-conscious, but his height and the sunken, hollow look of his chest and abdomen were among those things. The latter had gotten a bit better while he'd been living here, but his metabolism would never be quite right after being near-starving for five years.
If Elliot moved to take it off, he'd let him, but he wasn't volunteering it. He just got back into Elliot's lap, cock hard and flushed between them, and smirked at him; one hand caught his right arm by the wrist, holding his hand up so he could press his own palm to palm against it, his fingers so much shorter than Elliot's. He really fucking loved Elliot's hands, maybe because he was so often typing at the speed of light, which really showed off how slender and nimble his fingers were.]
Now, I wanna feel your hands on me. Not just my hair.
[Elliot's eyes took in the other stripping off his clothes, all but his shirt. He didn't say anything and he wouldn't move to take it off either. There was no need to as the other climbed back into his lap, pressing close to him. He could feel the hard heat against his skin but his eyes met John's resisting the urge to look down at him.
He looked where their hands connected when John grabbed his, only a moment of unease passing through him at the touch. There was a softness to that feeling their palms pressed against each other, his stomach twisted a little and he wasn't sure why. He didn't really have time to think about it.
John'd made it clear what he wanted and after how good he'd made Elliot feel, Elliot was fully intent to return that favor.]
Okay.
[It wasn't necessary to say but the word came out because that was the way Elliot was, leveling his consent to things out loud, acknowledging and questioning mundane and accepting the less so.
His hand slid away from the other's and wrapped around his length, stroking once. Elliot's free hand wrapped around john's hip, gripping firm as he started to find a rhythm, searching for the best response.
It was John, so he figured fast, somewhat hard was what he'd like.]
Oh god... [John shuddered as soon as Elliot took hold of him, and he was about to rock his hips into it when the other hand came down to hold him in place. He wasn't sure if it was meant to be restrictive or not, but something about the idea was so appealing that he chose to stay still as though it was; he wouldn't have thought that he'd ever like to be held down, but apparently he'd let Elliot do it.
So, so far gone.]
God, shit, yeah... [It probably wasn't that surprising that John should be so vocal, his muttered curses and nonsense encouragement rising in intensity as Elliot pumped him harder. He dropped forward when his body started to shiver under the waves of pleasure, arms looping around Elliot's shoulders and face pressing into his neck. The layered impacts of waiting so long, serving Elliot first, and the drugs were hitting him hard as well.] ... that's good, that's fucking good...
[Elliot hadn't meant it to be restrictive and he didn't notice that that might be how anyone would take it. He just wanted to get a firm hold on him, feel the flesh there. John felt even smaller like this, on his lap, his hand wrapped around his hip.
He felt a smile tugging at his lips again when the other responded to his touch so vocally. He liked it, more than he would have thought he would, stroking quickly over his length, searching for the ways he could twist his hand or swipe his thumb that would make his body shiver more, make him moan louder against his neck.
The hand on his hip slid further back cupping his ass and squeezing as he did the same not quite so firm to the cock in his hand]
You're good.
[He wasn't sure why he said it. The words slipping out amidst the other's pleasured encouragements.]
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He couldn't even blame him for it.]
No.
[A small pause.]
How long?
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Longer than I've ever waited for anything I wanted before. [Because he was an impatient little shit who preferred saying no to hearing it, which Elliot had to know by now.]
Phone tags.
Where did Elliot want it to go? Where did John want it to go...]
You've been wanting to kiss me? Why didn't you?
What else?
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Look, man, you know there's nothing wrong with my self-esteem. It's not like I thought you'd shoot me down hard or anything, but - [He'd come out too defensive when Elliot hadn't accused him of anything. He had to dial it back.] - I couldn't really see you being into it, either.
[Oh god. What else. He did smirk at that, subtly suggestive.] You really wanna hear all of it?
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I want to hear all of it. [a quiet confirmation as he slides his fingers into john's hair] and then you should do what you want... And not ask.
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Looking at Elliot from above gave John an even bigger rush than he'd dreamed. He bent down to kiss Elliot more thoroughly and much more demandingly, hands sliding up under his shirt to find bare skin on his torso - god, John ran hotter than the average human, and Elliot still felt feverishly warm to the touch. Was that the drugs, too?]
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His eyes focused on John until he kissed him. The kiss wasn't lazy and exploratory anymore. John knew what he wanted and was following Elliot's instructions to take.
His hands were so hot on his skin, that alone nearly enough to make him moan into the kiss. But they felt good and he reached to pull his shirt off.
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Of course he was glad to pull back long enough for Elliot to get his shirt off, sitting back on his haunches for a moment to admire the view before tracing his fingertips lightly from Elliot's collarbones to his hipbones.]
Definitely wanted to do this, too. [If his hands felt hot on Elliot's skin, his open mouth would doubtlessly feel even hotter, licking and sucking a path from Elliot's neck down to his chest. John couldn't stay in this position if he wanted to move much lower, his back already quite curved to reach where he was, but it worked for now.]
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Another moan passed unbidden from Elliot's lips, John's mouth leaving him breathing harder and like his skin was on fire with the pleasure.
He was never going to learn his lesson with Molly.]
You've been thinking about this and you didn't do anything? [a small part of Elliot held back from this. He cared about John... He was so much younger..]
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Sorry? [There was an ironic little twist to his voice.] Apparently I respect you or something. And you're like the only one, so you better appreciate it.
[Despite his mocking tone, he meant those words, and the fact that he had made almost no physical contact with Elliot in all this time probably said as much with what Elliot was learning now. He did respect Elliot, from the moment he realized that Elliot was taking him in without expectation of payback or praise. It had been a totally unselfish gesture, one without pity, and had always stayed that way.
Now he did want to move his mouth lower, though, which meant climbing off Elliot and nudging his legs open to settle between them on his knees. For now, he wasn't taking advantage of the position's classic meaning - he was up on his haunches, hands splayed on Elliot's lower back as he pressed more wet kisses across his abdomen and down to the waistband of his pants.]
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The main thing was John was on his knees between his legs. It had to be clear enough that he was half hard already. And it felt so good, his hands on the small of his back, lips pressed against his stomach. God, did he want this and it showed in the way his body was wound tight with the tensions of it. Holding back again, though it took all his concentration.]
Why? I don't want to take advantage of you or some shit. [The words were spoken out of fear that wasn't quite inhibited enough in this state.]
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All John could do in response was laugh. Laugh and laugh until he finally looked up at Elliot with half-closed lids]
Elliot. If you tried to take advantage of me? I'd fucking kill you.
[He almost always had a cigarette lit, after all. John could do it instantly. So with that cleared up, he finally pressed his palm against the bulge in Elliot's jeans and started to massage it slowly, still looking up at him with that smouldering gaze.]
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And now he was between his legs wanting him and Elliot wanted him too. This wasn't bad because he wasn't taking advantage, if anything John was taking advantage of him. He'd after all, told John to do what he wanted. A free pass to anything his teenage hormones could've dreamed up.
He didn't say another word, watching John as he touched him, eyes meeting his. His gaze far more lazy but his desire was just as clear as if the way his dick got harder at the other's attention wasn't evidence enough.]
What do you want to do now?
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Regardless, it was powerful. An aphrodisiac right now, and likely a source of much stronger ties and emotions when he came down from this high.
What did he want to do? He wanted to tear Elliot's restraint to shreds. Step one was unfastening his absurdly tight jeans; step two was tugging them and his underwear down low enough to free his cock; step three was opening his full lips around it and swallowing it with practiced ease.
Hopefully Elliot wouldn't think too hard about how he got that practice.]
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Fuck.
[Elliot exhaled heavily at the intense sensation of the other's mouth on his dick. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten blown while high on molly but it might've been the first time where he'd spent so much time wanting it and not having it before. His hips pressed up slightly, instinctively wanting more of the warm, wet mouth around him.]
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He wished he could keep talking to Elliot while he did this, spin out a few other fantasies he'd had, but he was no telepath. Maybe with drugs having helped to break this ice, they could keep this up on a (slightly more) sober basis. It was likely either that or crushing awkwardness would settle between them, and John couldn't bear that thought.]
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It didn't work.
Every time the other pulled up it wasn't any less intense. His tongue doing things that made Elliot shudder visibly. He didn't know how long it'd been but it felt like John had been sucking his dick for hours and at the same time no time at all. His hips pressed up as the pressure built, thrusting up into that mouth that was so willing to take him.
He was so close. He watched the hypnotic sight of John's lips wrapped around his cock and it was more than he could have imagined it being.]
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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.]
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It got weaker each time he was buried in the other's mouth, feeling him coming back up again. He moaned again, the sound quiet. The way his hips moved became more erratic and he knew that he was close. So close, whether it was the pinnacle of pleasure to finally feel the other's mouth, to feel some physical connection to something that had been brewing beneath his surface or the drugs but it felt like he wasn't lasting long at all.
He reached for John's hair, his hand going to his length as he pulled him off of his cock. This was the part he was the one doing something to John. He looked at him, his fingers curled in his hair as his hand stroked his length and it barely took that before he was coming, the tip still near his mouth but it'd been intentional to pull out before and to come on him.
He could say that it was because he didn't know if John would want to swallow but a deeper part of him knew that wasn't it.]
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- well. Then it took him a couple of seconds to realize that Elliot had just given him a deliberate facial.
His expression changed plainly when it did dawn on him, wicked amusement lighting his features, and he licked Elliot's come from his lips very slowly before scraping the rest off with a finger and licking that clean as well.
Elliot still had him by the hair, too, he noticed. It made his entire body throb with need.]
You - are so fucking hot - [He didn't think he'd ever forget the way Elliot had stared at him in the moments between positioning him and coming on him. Never. He'd felt stripped all the way down to the bone but not the slightest bit exposed.]
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Not that he'd imagined anything so detailed anyway. His fingers slid through the other's hair, staring at him, eyes moving quickly in that unique way he had as he studied every detail about him before his hand slid out of his hair.]
Yeah.
[A quirk of a smile before he looked down at the other's crotch, knowing he had to be achingly hard.]
What do you want now?
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John stood up and straightened out his legs to stretch them, then took off his own pants and underwear. Not his shirt: there was very, very little that made him self-conscious, but his height and the sunken, hollow look of his chest and abdomen were among those things. The latter had gotten a bit better while he'd been living here, but his metabolism would never be quite right after being near-starving for five years.
If Elliot moved to take it off, he'd let him, but he wasn't volunteering it. He just got back into Elliot's lap, cock hard and flushed between them, and smirked at him; one hand caught his right arm by the wrist, holding his hand up so he could press his own palm to palm against it, his fingers so much shorter than Elliot's. He really fucking loved Elliot's hands, maybe because he was so often typing at the speed of light, which really showed off how slender and nimble his fingers were.]
Now, I wanna feel your hands on me. Not just my hair.
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He looked where their hands connected when John grabbed his, only a moment of unease passing through him at the touch. There was a softness to that feeling their palms pressed against each other, his stomach twisted a little and he wasn't sure why. He didn't really have time to think about it.
John'd made it clear what he wanted and after how good he'd made Elliot feel, Elliot was fully intent to return that favor.]
Okay.
[It wasn't necessary to say but the word came out because that was the way Elliot was, leveling his consent to things out loud, acknowledging and questioning mundane and accepting the less so.
His hand slid away from the other's and wrapped around his length, stroking once. Elliot's free hand wrapped around john's hip, gripping firm as he started to find a rhythm, searching for the best response.
It was John, so he figured fast, somewhat hard was what he'd like.]
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So, so far gone.]
God, shit, yeah... [It probably wasn't that surprising that John should be so vocal, his muttered curses and nonsense encouragement rising in intensity as Elliot pumped him harder. He dropped forward when his body started to shiver under the waves of pleasure, arms looping around Elliot's shoulders and face pressing into his neck. The layered impacts of waiting so long, serving Elliot first, and the drugs were hitting him hard as well.] ... that's good, that's fucking good...
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He felt a smile tugging at his lips again when the other responded to his touch so vocally. He liked it, more than he would have thought he would, stroking quickly over his length, searching for the ways he could twist his hand or swipe his thumb that would make his body shiver more, make him moan louder against his neck.
The hand on his hip slid further back cupping his ass and squeezing as he did the same not quite so firm to the cock in his hand]
You're good.
[He wasn't sure why he said it. The words slipping out amidst the other's pleasured encouragements.]
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