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.
His face scrunches up some when Jesus starts to give it to him good - when he starts fucking him into the couch with those long, deep thrusts of his. Little whimpers of yes, yes, yes spill from his lips over and over again, laced within a pleasure that is written all over his face. He loves it. He loves being fucked like this. He loves...
"I love your cock," he moans, head bobbing along with the hard thrusts. "I love how hot you are making me take your cock."
He's panting now, making every kiss to John's neck or chest or shoulder sloppy and helpless. "I want to make you cum," he whispers against his ear, mindless with pleasure.
"I wanna cum for you, baby. Just a little more, please." The way Jesus fucks him so hard and deep — it's unreal and he loves it. The sounds he makes are both desperate and eager for him, knees pressing into him, legs draped over the other man's shoulders. He grips at the couch near his hips, begins to mumble breathy little yes, yes, oh shit, yes over and over again as he keeps getting fucked — as he keeps watching Jesus rail him like this on the couch.
Gripping his own aching cock, he furiously pumps himself there between their bodies and, after a couple more unabashed pleas for more, he tips his head back and comes all over his hand and stomach, lips parted and a moan on his mouth. Coming for the other man and for his own pleasure as well.
Jesus isn't far behind, fucking him hard now, spurred on by every moan and every gasped word John offers. He comes, burying his face against John's neck to stifle the moan, always so conscious of the noise he makes even though it's all subconscious now, just old habits worn into him over the years.
Gently he slides John's legs off his shoulders to let him rest, but he stays where he is otherwise.
"Fuck..." Leaving his lips as a breathless sigh, he drops his legs down to either side of the other man there but keeps him between those legs of his, hands smoothing along Jesus' shoulder blades as he lays there against the couch. Spent. Exhausted. Blissed out. "Fucked me so good, baby."
He sinks down on top of him, letting his breathing slow, feeling his heartbeat still racing. "I want to draw you like this but I don't want to get up," he murmurs, smiling to himself.
"Should take a picture together, hm?" Smiling, he cards his fingers through Jesus' hair, nosing at him before dropping a kiss to his head. "Think it's in my pant pockets somewhere though and I don't really wanna move."
"Mm, you like fucking me, huh?" Lazy smile there on his lips, the way his hands smooth along the other man's shoulder blades are just as lazy, perfectly content with just laying here for a little. "Gonna be my last fuck of the year and first fuck of the new one?"
Smile there on his lips, he hums a little in thought, tucking an arm behind his head. "I mean, depends what the plans for New Years are. Staying in, right? To make sure we're both safe."
"Does it get pretty bad out there?" He would bet it does, even without the city interfering. But of course, the city probably does. "I'm good with staying in."
"Depends what's going on." He chuckles a bit. "Don't think it was really bad when I first arrived. Honestly can't even remember last year." Which has him wonder what that might mean if it all just feels normal now to him.
"We don't really celebrate New Year's anymore. Can't have fireworks, and in the winter we can't spare the rations for a party." And honestly, after the end of the world, it's hard to keep track of the years anyway. No one is printing out cat and dog calendars anymore, no one has any use for day planners.
"We'll play it by ear. If there's something fun we'll go. If not? I wouldn't complain about a holiday spent like this." Sprawled atop John, spent and sated. He really likes John's suggestion: last fuck of the old year, first fuck of the new one.
"Let's see what happens then," he murmurs, bringing his other hand up to card through Jesus' hair. "Definitely wanna have some hot sex with you though. Sort of non-negotiable if we're doing something for New Years." Huff of laughter, he leans in to press a soft kiss to the man's head.
"You want me to stay tonight? Or you gotta go do shit?"
"Yeah I think we'll need to recharge," he grins, tipping his head into John's hand. "Something simple. Whatever you feel like bringing, I'm not picky."
Letting Jesus pull away, he brings a hand up to cradle the side of Jesus' face, thumb brushing over the man's cheek. "Yeah. Tomorrow." And with that, he'll lean up to give him a slow kiss before letting him go.
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Date: 2022-12-12 10:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-12-13 01:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-12-13 01:11 am (UTC)"I love your cock," he moans, head bobbing along with the hard thrusts. "I love how hot you are making me take your cock."
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Date: 2022-12-13 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-12-13 05:46 pm (UTC)Gripping his own aching cock, he furiously pumps himself there between their bodies and, after a couple more unabashed pleas for more, he tips his head back and comes all over his hand and stomach, lips parted and a moan on his mouth. Coming for the other man and for his own pleasure as well.
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Date: 2022-12-13 10:45 pm (UTC)Gently he slides John's legs off his shoulders to let him rest, but he stays where he is otherwise.
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Date: 2022-12-14 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2022-12-14 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-12-14 02:05 am (UTC)"That how you want to ring in the new year?" He strokes his fingers through John's hair. "Here on the couch or in my bed?"
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Date: 2022-12-14 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-12-14 04:59 pm (UTC)He doesn't want the crowds anyway.
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Date: 2022-12-14 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-12-14 05:10 pm (UTC)"We'll play it by ear. If there's something fun we'll go. If not? I wouldn't complain about a holiday spent like this." Sprawled atop John, spent and sated. He really likes John's suggestion: last fuck of the old year, first fuck of the new one.
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Date: 2022-12-14 05:17 pm (UTC)"You want me to stay tonight? Or you gotta go do shit?"
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Date: 2022-12-15 03:00 am (UTC)"Can you stay over tomorrow night?" He kisses him softly, an unspoken Please?
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Date: 2022-12-17 05:32 am (UTC)"Tomorrow night?"
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