[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. ]
[ Leaving Jesus as he is, he stands up with that same grin he's been wearing practically all night and tilts his head, swiping a tongue over his bottom lip as he does. ]
[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. ]
[ 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.
[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]
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. ]
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]
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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.
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Couldn't help it, the way you were looking at me.
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Good to know then.
[ A playful kiss to the head of that cock, he pulls back then, resting on his haunches. ]
You think you can go for more?
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[Hell yes]
But stand up here first. Let me have you.
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How do you want me, handsome?
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[So he can suck him off before they start again]
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Dropping himself down to it, he purposefully parts his legs there and leans back on his hands, head tilting as he looks to the other man. ]
This good?
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You tell me. I just want you comfortable.
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Pretty sure you keep that up and I'm going to be riled up instead of comfortable, handsome.
[ Then again, he gets the feeling that's probably what he's going for here. ]
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Somethin' tells me this isn't your first time.
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[He hollows his cheeks and works John deep into his mouth, then back up, tantalizingly slow]
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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.
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[He wonders this in the breath it takes before he's back on John's cock, sucking slowly as he moves his head]
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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?
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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