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[hippie_ninja]

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.

[fireshow]

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?"

[hippie_ninja]

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

[fireshow]

"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."

[hippie_ninja]

"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.

[fireshow]

"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."

[hippie_ninja]

"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."

[fireshow]

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.

[hippie_ninja]

"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.

[fireshow]

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?"

[hippie_ninja]

"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."

[fireshow]

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.

[hippie_ninja]

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.

[fireshow]

"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."

[hippie_ninja]

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?"

[fireshow]

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."

[hippie_ninja]

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

[fireshow]

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."

[hippie_ninja]

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

[fireshow]

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."

[hippie_ninja]

"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.

[fireshow]

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."

[hippie_ninja]

"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."

[fireshow]

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?"

[hippie_ninja]

"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?"