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[John has powers Jesus doesn't. He's dangerous in a way no one Jesus knows is. What he likes about John isn't that, but it doesn't hurt, maybe even adds a bit to the way he leans in and kisses him]

Yeah. Come on, I know a place.

[ Despite his having been here for nearly two years now, John still holds a lot of Mixed Feelings concerning humans. He can't easily forgive nor forget what they've done to him and his kind — what they want to do to them. Here, he tends to stick around those who, in whatever way, aren't human, but. Sometimes exceptions are made. Sometimes John thinks to gently give them even an ounce of trust around him.

After all, they burn him? He'll burn them a hundred times worse.

So when that kiss is placed on his lips, he doesn't just stand there wondering why he's being kissed and, instead, kisses back for just a few seconds before Jesus here is saying he knows a place. Coffee still in hand, he nods then with just the faintest sound of amusement. ]

Lead the way, handsome.

[If Jesus had been born into John's works, he would have made himself unpopular by supporting mutant rights anyway.

It's back to the room John just gave him, but this time when they get inside, Jesus's attention is all on John. He pushes the door shut and pulls John into a deeper kiss, pushing him gently up against the wall]

[ Thankfully, the stolen cup of coffee had been drank and abandoned on the way back here so that when he's pushed up against that wall and into that kiss, his hands are quite free and capable of clutching there at Jesus' arms. ]

For the record? I'd say you're doing pretty good so far.

[ Grin against the other man's lips, hands drop from arms to the front of Jesus' pants where John starts to blindly undo them, stealing another kiss from him as he does. ]

[In turn, he pulls at John's shirt, meaning to get it up and off.]

Well let me know if I start to fall behind.

[ Pulling away from him long enough for Jesus to get that shirt off him, he goes after those lips again for another kiss and tugs open the front of the other man's pants, palming at him with a cheeky little grin pressed to Jesus' mouth. ]

Think you're starting to feel good.

[He muffles a little pleased sound into the kiss]

Tell me what you like.

[Top or bottom?]

[ His own muffled sound is one of amusement, smile there on his lips against Jesus' mouth as he strokes the outline of the other man's cock through his pants with his fingers. ]

I'd like to have this in my mouth. You want me to?

Yes. [He kisses him, just enjoys the light pressure of John's hand] If I get to return the favor?

[ John's not usually on the receiving end of this particular act, but. It's not like he's about to say no to it. ]

Sure thing, handsome. If that's what you want.

[ He loves to please after all.

Another kiss, another pleased little hum there on his lips, he works Jesus through his pants a little more before he gives his chest a playfully firm push, pressing him to the wall, then kisses him again. This time harder. ]

[he leans back against the wall, one arm around John's waist and pulling him close for a moment, before he lets go to let John get situated]

[ After tasting the other submissive on his lips for just a second or two longer, he drops himself down to his knees there in front of him and wastes no time in tugging open the front of Jesus' pants. He flicks his gaze up, wearing a grin as he fishes his cock out, a pleased little sound there on his lips when he does. ]

Don't you look nice.

[ He strokes him, nice and firm, looking up to Jesus as he begins to work him. ]

Least I'm not disappointed.

Not minding the view from here.

[John on his knees, smirking up at him, is a very nice sight]

[ Good thing he aims to please sexually.

Huff of laughter just barely there on his lips, he gives Jesus a few more good strokes before he's leaning in to brush his tongue over the head of his cock, having a little taste of him which he shows his approval of in the form of a pleased little moan, watching him as he does.

But not one to waste a good cock, he wraps his lips around him more properly then and doesn't even bother with being slow as he takes him into his mouth. ]

[he groans softly, inadvertently, but his fingers are gentle in John's hair, one hand on his shoulder]

[ The gentle is appreciated for the moment, even if he's used to things getting a little rough.

He works Jesus with an eager mouth, the sounds he makes both lewd and pleased, showing the other man how much he likes doing this — how much he likes having his cock in his mouth like this and he doesn't bother to slow it down, loving the way it feels to have his mouth full again. ]

[in hindsight he might have expected so much intensity from John, but in reality it surprises him, has him swearing softly under his breath and fighting not to rock deeper into John's mouth]

[ Just like the fire he controls, John has his own sort of intensity to him.

The sounds Jesus makes are the sweetest things ever to him and only encourages John to keep up with his eagerness — to keep showing him how much he likes this and it's after a few good, hard sucks to him, that he pulls back, lips shiny and wet, fingers pumping that cock as he looks up to him. ]

It's ok to fuck my mouth, handsome. You can come anywhere you like, just as long as you give it to me.

[ Even as he gives him that reassurance, he sucks on the head of his cock, gaze fixed on him, almost as if inviting him to go ahead and push himself deeper into his mouth. ]

God, you're good at this-

[He already has Jesus panting softly. His thumb strokes John's cheek, as gentle as his hands have been all this time. Jesus is capable of being rough; he likes when others are rough with him, but it's never the first thing he goes to, never his first instinct.

John looking up at him like that, though, giving him permission is incredibly hot and he rolls his hips, slow at first just to be sure John means it, then building a steady rhythm]

[ Oh he definitely means it and the sound he makes when Jesus goes and feeds him his cock like that is one so pleased he doesn't even bother to be so subtle with it — doesn't care if it makes him come off as desperate for dick.

Fingers wrap around the base of the other man's cock and he lets his eyes fall shut as he takes him, as Jesus sets the rhythm for them and John's mouth becomes an inviting hole for him to fuck as hard and as deep and as much as he wants. He loves the weight of his cock on his tongue — loves the way it practically hits the back of his throat with every thrust and John can't help but look up to Jesus with glassy blue eyes, mouth wet and eager around that cock he keeps taking so well. ]

[More than half the fun in sex for Jesus is in giving the other person pleasure. He's never been with anyone who enjoyed this element the way John does, and he utters a low, helplessly pleased sound as he tips over from steadily taking John's mouth to outright fucking him, fingers tightening in his hair as he rushes up to climax.]

[ Before coming here, John hadn't ever really explored this part of himself. Now that he's been here for nearly two years, he's learned a lot and is so far from shy or ashamed when it comes to showing what he likes, let alone what he wants. So when Jesus goes and steadily fucks his mouth like he is, he thanks him with the way he looks up to him — the way he keeps taking him around the sloppy wet sounds and the moans that leave him. He wants him so bad — wants to taste the other man's cum on his tongue or feel it on his face. He doesn't care where he gets it or where Jesus decides to shoot his load, just as long as he gets it and John is more than willing to show how much he wants it with the way his cheeks hollow and he grips tight to the base of the other man's cock. Looking up to him with eyes that are practically begging for it. ]

[It's the look in John's eyes that gets him, makes his hips stutter as he comes into the back of John's throat, pressed as far in as he can get and only belatedly worried about gagging him]

[ The sound he makes when Jesus finally comes is a muffled sort of moan, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he's forced to swallow the load he's fed. It's a lot all at once and for a second, he's not sure he can do it. But after swallowing down what he can, he pulls off the other man when he feels he's about to gag and takes a second to cough. To catch his breath... and then he's right back on that cock.

A couple quick sucks, he lets his tongue out and catches whatever's left, eyes fixed up on the other man while fingers slowly pump him - slowly coax out the rest of that mess he wears on his lips. Open-mouthed kiss to the head, he hums. Pleased. Fingers lazily stroking at him as he licks over the mess that is his mouth, a lazy grin to follow. ]

Fucked my mouth pretty good, handsome.

[He laughs, still breathless, shuddering as John strokes hypersensitive skin]

Couldn't help it, the way you were looking at me.

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