John's resolved to be on top next time so that he can be the one more easily kissing and scenting along Gladio's neck and chest. The Sentinel's scent is fairly overwhelming, but there are other ways for a Guide to leave his mark, and there is some of his own scent to mark his Sentinel with. He'll know it's there, even if others might not take note of it.
It's hard to keep his full focus as Gladio works him, and the Bond slowly begins to cement itself between them with the intimacy. So, this is how their Bond is going to be. John's aware that a sexual relationship is going to bring its own challenges atop the current new Bond relationship. At least they're very compatible on both fronts from what John can tell. The rest of it, some of the first hints of their knocking against one another out with the rest of the group, is where they'll need to focus later.
His own hand follows the rhythm of Gladio's strokes, and John arches fully up into the other man's grip. He tries to stop himself making any overly embarrassing and needy noises, though that gets a little harder each time Gladio noses toward his neck. John swears quietly at a particularly nice pass and his own hands falter for a moment.
"Haven't... bloody hell, you're the first in months. I'm getting close. Ease off a bit. Rather have this last awhile." Mainly because he'd like to make his partner come first. It's something of a point of pride that he tries to satisfy the person he's with before himself. Whether Gladio shares that mentality or not remains to be seen.
The doctor resumes his own rhythm, whether Gladio obliges the request or not, thumbing over the head of the Sentinel's length at the top of each stoke now to add a little more stimulation. The hand that's been wandering finds its focus on tracing Gladio's ribs where they're most sensitive.
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It's hard to keep his full focus as Gladio works him, and the Bond slowly begins to cement itself between them with the intimacy. So, this is how their Bond is going to be. John's aware that a sexual relationship is going to bring its own challenges atop the current new Bond relationship. At least they're very compatible on both fronts from what John can tell. The rest of it, some of the first hints of their knocking against one another out with the rest of the group, is where they'll need to focus later.
His own hand follows the rhythm of Gladio's strokes, and John arches fully up into the other man's grip. He tries to stop himself making any overly embarrassing and needy noises, though that gets a little harder each time Gladio noses toward his neck. John swears quietly at a particularly nice pass and his own hands falter for a moment.
"Haven't... bloody hell, you're the first in months. I'm getting close. Ease off a bit. Rather have this last awhile." Mainly because he'd like to make his partner come first. It's something of a point of pride that he tries to satisfy the person he's with before himself. Whether Gladio shares that mentality or not remains to be seen.
The doctor resumes his own rhythm, whether Gladio obliges the request or not, thumbing over the head of the Sentinel's length at the top of each stoke now to add a little more stimulation. The hand that's been wandering finds its focus on tracing Gladio's ribs where they're most sensitive.