[ Jack teases, although he damn well knows the answer. He's in a mood to fuck, to thrust his dick past those sinfully soft, delicious lips and to fuck Johnny's throat before he makes him return the pleasure; he wants to have Johnny fuck him right here on the floor because he hates their fights, even if he never lets on.
To the whole world, they're probably the most ill-compatible pair anyone can reasonably conceive of, but they work; they are both so different that they end up complementing each other in many little private ways, and Jack finds himself appreciating that.
He grins, loves the easy way Johnny accepts that rejection, knows better than to assume that his rejection of that offer is as good as rejecting him. Johnny might be hot-headed and rash, but his understanding, at times, comes as a pleasant surprise.
He tugs him off the desk, though, hauling him by his collar and deepening the kiss before saying again: ] Off the table, on your knees.
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[ Jack teases, although he damn well knows the answer. He's in a mood to fuck, to thrust his dick past those sinfully soft, delicious lips and to fuck Johnny's throat before he makes him return the pleasure; he wants to have Johnny fuck him right here on the floor because he hates their fights, even if he never lets on.
To the whole world, they're probably the most ill-compatible pair anyone can reasonably conceive of, but they work; they are both so different that they end up complementing each other in many little private ways, and Jack finds himself appreciating that.
He grins, loves the easy way Johnny accepts that rejection, knows better than to assume that his rejection of that offer is as good as rejecting him. Johnny might be hot-headed and rash, but his understanding, at times, comes as a pleasant surprise.
He tugs him off the desk, though, hauling him by his collar and deepening the kiss before saying again: ] Off the table, on your knees.