Todd moves slowly, and he isn't being particularly forceful. And yet there is something there, a firmness that suggests there isn't any room for argument, that he's in command and he'll do what he wishes.

He makes his way down, with both tender kisses and sharper bites to leave makes behind, from throat to chess, and down, until he with his hands gripping John's hips dips his head down between his legs, clever tongue running over his balls and back to his ass.