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"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?"

Unable to help himself, his eyes fall shut as his breath hitches some, fucking himself nice and slow but deep with his fingers. "Yeah, baby," he breathes, swallowing. "Make you wish you had this tight little hole to fuck in your bed. Taking you and thanking you when you cum on my face."

"It was so sexy the time you let me do that," he breathes, and his hand leaves off stroking himself to stroke John instead.

That hand there on his cock gets him to moan as he eases back against the armrest of the couch, fingers still moving inside him, though a little slower now what with having Jesus' hand on him. "You can always cum on my face, baby. Cum wherever you want on me. Just as long as you fuck me good."

God, but he wants that now. He strokes John more urgently. "You ready for me?"

He likes that he can get Jesus all hot and bothered. Eyes fluttering open, he smiles and gives a lazy nod. "Yeah," a breath on his lips. "Ready to take your cock like the good boy I am for it."

"You are so good," he agrees, pressing into him--slow at first, then with one sharp motion to bring his hips flush with John's.

The sound on his lips is one of both discomfort and pleasure but he smiles through it despite that, one hand clutching at the couch, the other at Jesus' shoulder. "I like being good for you, baby. Like being someone good to fuck."

"Sorry," he murmurs, catching that discomfort, and he'd known it would be there to begin with but he still kisses John like that can soothe it. "You're a pretty good model, too."

Lips brushing over Jesus', he returns that kiss, bringing his other hand up to clutch at the man's other shoulder. "Am I?" Smile sheepish, it almost seems as if he's flustered at such a thing. "Gonna ask me to model for you some more then?"

"I can think of a couple more positions I want you in," he grins, sliding one of John's legs up so the crook of his knee is over Jesus's shoulder. "This okay?"

When his leg is lifted, he lets it be, settling back against the couch some. "Yeah, baby. It's very ok." Laughing a bit, he leans up and kisses Jesus then. A little sweet, but a whole lot of hard.

He slides John's other leg up then, still kissing him, and moves his hips carefully, letting him adjust.

With his other leg raised and his back pressed more comfortably against the couch, he huffs a laugh before letting teeth sink into his bottom lip, hands smoothing along the other man's shoulders. "You're gonna look so fucking hot making me take your cock like this."

"Trickier than I remember it being," he chuckles, getting his hands braced on either side of John's shoulders, setting a steady--but slower--rhythm.

Eyes falling shut as Jesus starts to move, the sounds that come out of John are wanton and unabashed in every single way, like always. He clutches to the man's shoulders — holds tight to him as he lets himself be stretched and filled by the other man's cock sinking into him from such a deep angle. "Fuck—" A breath on his lips. "Filling me so deep... you like me taking your cock like this?"

"Feels so good," he murmurs, brushing his lips against John's and moving again, just as carefully. "You okay?"

Tipping his head back some, he nods a little then, hitch of breath there on his lips. "Yeah," taking a moment to swallow, he lazily lets his eyes open, brushing a kiss to Jesus' mouth. "You feel so fucking good inside me." Slowly, hands slip to cradle the other man's face between them and he hums that sweet little hum of his as he kisses him again, moving against the couch in time with the thrusts he's made to take.

"Like when you're happy like this," when John is humming that way, when John is kissing him this way. He kisses him deeper, fucking him properly now.

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