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[He grins at him, and settles more comfortably on his knees between John's legs to lick him again, then to take him--just the tip--into his mouth to suck gently]

[ Now here's something he doesn't get to experience every day. Not that he minds sucking dick. He quite enjoys it, as shown with his little display there earlier. To be on the receiving end is just... different. Very different, but good different and John can't help but tip his head back and let out a breathy little gasp as eyes fall shut and fingers twist a little tighter in those sheets. ]

Somethin' tells me this isn't your first time.

No, but it's my first time in a few years. Hope you don't mind if I take my time?

[He hollows his cheeks and works John deep into his mouth, then back up, tantalizingly slow]

[ That gets him to raise a brow because ]

What the fu—

[ The word dies on his lips when Jesus has him back in his mouth and a moan spills out of him instead. Unable to help himself, he brings a hand forward and gently cards fingers through the other man's hair, breath a little steady. ]

Guess that makes two of us. Sort of. 'cept with me being on the receiving end having been awhile.

Who wouldn't want to see you like this?

[He wonders this in the breath it takes before he's back on John's cock, sucking slowly as he moves his head]

[ Another breath, mindful of his fingers there in the other's long hair. ]

Even with a dick in your mouth you're a smooth talker, huh?

[ He can't help but laugh a little, a moan soft on his lips. ]

What are you, me?

[He touches John's free hand with his, guides it up into his hair as well. He looks up at John, breathes in through his nose and takes him in deep, slow]

[ Well that certainly answers that.

Taking the hint, he cards all his fingers through the other submissive's hair and twists them between strands, moan on his lips as he tips his head back. It's just for a second because he's looking back down to Jesus then, head lolling to the side, watching the way he enjoys himself with his cock in his mouth. ]

Fuck— you like it too, huh?

[ And as if to show his appreciation, he tugs on that hair between his fingers a little. ]

Yes, but he communicates it with a low hum, his head bobbing a little faster now, steady, his gaze never leaving John's.

[ Well that's good to know.

Of course, what's also good is the fact that Jesus here is good at this and John, having already been turned on from having his own go at this, is not in any stretch of the imagination capable of holding out too long here.

Swallowing, he gasps, fingers tugging a little harder at that hair. ]

Shit. You're gonna make me come. [ A pant. ] Gonna make you swallow it.

[Good. He likes this, he wants John pulling at him, he wants John to come hot on his tongue and in his throat. He rakes his nails down John's side, moving his head with more urgency.]

[ There really isn't much else Jesus needs to do with that mouth of his, but the eager way he sucks on him is enough to send John over the edge and without much warning aside from the way he grips tight at the back of the other's head, he gives him what he wants — what they both want. ]

Sh—it!

[ Word broken on his tongue, Jesus' own tongue is greeted with hot spurts of cum that John feeds him, head held in place, his own tipped back, letting himself come unabashedly there on the bed with the other man between his legs. ]

[He relaxes, letting John finish spurting into his mouth before he swallows, and even when he has he still licks John slowly, languidly, while he comes down]

[ It takes him a minute or two to come down from all of that, but when he does, it's with a pleased little hum and fingers carding affectionately through the other man's hair. ]

Jesus... [ And he knows how that sounds, but. Whatever for the moment. ] ...forgot what that felt like.

[ To be sucked off, he means. ]

I'm happy to help with that. [To make sure he gets sucked off more regularly.

He kisses the head of his cock and climbs up onto the bed besides him]

You deserve to feel as good as you made me feel. Well. As close as I can get you to it, anyway.

[ Letting himself fall back against the bed now that he's not being worked with the other man's mouth, he huffs a laugh as he cards his fingers through his own hair then. ]

Well aren't you a giving person.

[ Grin there on his lips, lazy as it is, he lets his hand drop away from his head and back to the bed. ]

I try. [He's joking.]

I'm serious though. I'd fuck your mouth again. I'd do this again, too. Maybe next time we trade books.

So what you're saying, basically, is that you'd get all down and dirty with me again.

[ Waggling his eyebrows at him, he laughs a little then. ]

I mean, not like I'm gonna say no to a good mouth and a good fuck.

[He laughs] Well good. And now you know where to find me.

[He doesn't plan on telling his friends about this room. He needs a space that's just his, where he can stash things. But John knows about it, so John is automatically welcome there. In part because he knows John won't abuse that.]

Guess I do.

[ Reaching out with a hand, he walks his fingers along the other man's arm, just because he can. He's not about to tell anyone (why would he?) about Jesus' little spot here. He knows what it's like to want a place for himself. To just get away from every one and every thing. Even just for a little bit. ]

Think this right here more than makes up for me getting it for you, by the way.

[He rests his hand on John's hip] Good. So you'll know every time I do this from now on it's just for the fun.

People actually do that here? Have fun?

[ Brow raised, total sarcasm, he laughs a bit then, turning his hand over, palm up, and letting a sliver of fire slip down from the magic little ring he wears that allows him to "borrow" fire. He lets it grow into a ball, no bigger than a golf ball and holds it between his fingers, leaning it towards Jesus. ]

Wanna hold it?

[ If Jesus does, he'll find it's warm. Not hot. Because John is the one who controls it. John's the one making it warm. ]

[he takes it fully expecting it will burn if he holds on too long, and that it will fizzle out before it can cause damage. Instead it's the temperature of a mug of coffee and he cups his hands around it, his eyes lit up with the delight of something magical]

How do you do this?

I don't know. I just can.

[ It's like asking how a telepath can read minds, or how someone can fly, how Scott can shoot beams from his eyes. It's just... a part of them. Like a sixth sense.

He watches the way Jesus holds it and it always makes him feel... something, when someone isn't freaked out by what he can do — by what he is. ]

I can feel it. I can sense it nearby. I can change its temperature and make it be whatever my imagination lets me. I just can't create it. I need an external source of it.

[ His magical little ring since his flamethrower had been damaged a long time ago here. ]

[Jesus has seen exactly how terrible the human race can get. He knows how badly people must have reacted to other people being able to do things like this.

But he's not one of them. He, for his part, is awed.]

It's incredible.

[he rolls the ball of flame over his palms, over the backs of his knuckles, like a coin trick]

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