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"Plan for the worst," he says, kisses him softly. "Hope for the best. Just means I'll be inviting you to more things while I have you."

"While you have me, huh?" He can't help the smile at that, gently moving in a little closer, licking over his lips then. "Looks you have me right now, so."

"Yeah?" He pulls John a little closer. "Can I fuck you, then?"

Hum on his lips, he noses at Jesus, eyes soft despite the flicker of amusement there within them. "That what you want, baby?"

"I always seem to want you. Haven't you noticed?" He chuckles, soft, not quite kissing him but certainly close enough that he could.

Unable to stop himself from grinning, he bites on his own bottom lip then and noses at Jesus a little more. "I guess. But maybe because the feeling's mutual." And he smiles a little more at that. "How do you want me this time, baby? Anything you've been dying to try?"

"You on your back, your legs on my shoulders. So I can get just that deep," he murmurs, lips brushing John's.

Well then.

"Mm, baby. That's fucking hot. Of course you can have me that way." And this is where he chooses to kiss him, deepening it a little as he moves a little with him in that apartment.

It's tricky, kissing John and leading him to the couch and trying to get John's shirt off all at once, but he gives it his best effort. "Fucking want you..."

Thankfully, Jesus has a little help there with the removal of his shirt and the moment it's off, he drops himself down onto the couch, pulling Jesus with him, hand going right to the front of those pants and rubbing.

"Yeah, sure feels like you do." Grin on his lips, he rubs at Jesus a little harder, nipping at the other man's bottom lip as he does.

He's shameless about rutting against John's hand, eager in a way he's only learned to be with him.

"Keep talking," he murmurs, kissing John's neck.

He likes this — likes that he can this dirty with Jesus and he doesn't even bat an eye or think he's some eager little slut. He can be, sure. But it's not who he is at his core. Who he really is underneath every little facade he wears.

"Mmkay," that hand keeps rubbing him. "What should I talk about?" Tilt of his head, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. "About how fucking good your cock is? How good it feels when you've got it in my mouth, fucking my throat?"

"Mm-hmm," a soft little groan. "I had a dream about you."

"Yeah?" Looking up, fingers start to undo the front of those pants, John leaning back some and lounging there on the couch as he does so. "Tell me about it, baby."

"It was a good dream. Remind me after," he decides, because it was a good dream but Jesus's dreams are always...complicated. He works on John's pants, sitting back to pull them off, wad them up and throw them aside as if to ensure John stays nice and naked for him.

"Not even gonna give me a hint? What a tease I got here with me." The whine in his tone is playful and not at all serious, given the chuckle that falls from his lips after. With his pants off, he scoots back a little on the couch, stretches his legs out on either side of the other man and dips a hand in between them, letting his fingers stroke along the man's cock. "Missed this right here."

"Missed this, too," he chuckles, pressing into his palm, then stretching up and over to a side table for the lube. "I keep this here because of you. Never know where I'm going to get to have you."

The laugh he gives at that...

"Aw, baby. Making me feel all special." Grin on his lips, he reaches for the bottle, wanting it for himself.

"Only place I don't have a bottle is the kitchen," he teases, and gives him the bottle, turning his attention instead to stroking John's cock lazily.

Bottle in hand, he squirts a dollop of the lube into his palm and works it over the other man's cock, stroking him nice and slow as he does. "You wanna watch me get myself ready for you?"

"Mmm yeah," he says, voice low, barely audible as he grows hard in John's hand. "Feels like I've been waiting all week to watch you."

Rubbing some of that lube on his hands a little more generously, he scoots back a little more, legs still apart, and slips that hand down between his legs, watching Jesus the entire time he does. "Yeah? You think about watching me?" Even as he asks, he circles the pads of his fingers over himself before he begins to slip a finger inside, biting down on his bottom lip as he does. Smiling.

He's propped up on an elbow against the back of the couch, sitting up on his knees to enjoy the view.

"I could watch you do this for a while," he confesses.

"Mm, might have to send you a dirty video sometime then. If you like it that much." Tongue poking out the corner of his mouth, he grins a little wickedly to the other man as he keeps working that finger inside, essentially fucking himself on it as he lets Jesus watch. "Gonna feel so good when you make me take your cock."

He's stroking himself now as he watches, gaze flitting between John's fingers at work and his eyes. "Give me something to watch at night, huh?"

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