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silverhand_johnny) wrote2021-01-13 11:06 am
silverhand_johnny) wrote2021-01-13 11:06 am
John
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Johnny followed him in, peeling his shirt off over his head, his dog tags settling against his chest. The boots were next, but there was nothing methodical in the way he undressed, it was all about convenience. When he was down to just his leather pants, he pushed John back onto the bed.
Johnny followed him in, peeling his shirt off over his head, his dog tags settling against his chest. The boots were next, but there was nothing methodical in the way he undressed, it was all about convenience. When he was down to just his leather pants, he pushed John back onto the bed.
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"Well hello," he grinned.
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In a lot of ways the guy reminded him of Kerry, that sweet and almost flirtacious manner in the bedroom. It was something he'd preyed on in the past, taking full advantage of Kerry's romantic leanings and crush to get what he wanted.
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John slid his hands along Johnny's sides, gliding low to finally hold his ass. Drinking in every bit of passion, John groaned with pleasure and ground against for the friction.
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Johnny eventually pulled away, peeling of what remained of his clothes, then encouraging John to do the same.
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He undid his shirt and pulled it off, unself conscious about the many tattoos. Across his chest and on his arms were esoteric and occult symbols inked in black.
He took a minute to admire Johnny. That arm was a thing of wonder, but he was so much more interested in his cock.
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Johnny noted the tats, looking for anything familiar there. Though after a moment he returned his full attention to John himself.
Silently, he gestured for John to come closer.
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He didn't hesitate for even a moment. John pressed tight to him and kissed him hard. His cock selled and he groaned and pressed even tighter.
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Johnny grinned into the kiss, and he stroked John with his human hand.
"You want a taste, querido?" he asked.
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"Is that really a question?" John rasped low.
Holding Johnny's hips, he sank to his knees and didn't hesitate to lick the length of him.
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Johnny moaned, hips bucking forward slightly as he tangled his fingers in John's hair.
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John took just a moment to tease, but that caught him with eager lips and swallowed him down. His mind went blissfully blank and instinct took over.
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This was good. It was exactly what he needed after the shitstorm of a day he'd had, and Johnny used the other man's mouth, rolling his hips as he fucked John's throat.
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He dragged his hand off Johnny's hip so he could grip the root to keep him rigid. He bobbed enthusiastically, shameless about the hungry, wet sounds that came from him as he danced on the edge of gagging himself.
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Johnny kept thrusting, then finally pushed him away.
"Get on the bed," he said, his voice rough and full of want.
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Breathless, lips swollen, John looked at him with pure want and scrambled off the floor to hop into bed.
"You're bossy," he accused, though he was eating it up.
John reached over and grabbed a condom. It wasn't a question.
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Johnny followed him, taking the condom and slipping it on.
"You got lube?" he asked
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John reached up behind the clock and grabbed a tube. He was strung tight with anticipation.
"Right there," he said, handing it off.
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Johnny, rolled him over and started to slick him up.
"Tell me you need it," he grinned, one finger slipping inside him. "Make me believe it."
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John hooked his ankle around Johnny and tugged at him.
"I've needed it sine the bar," he said. "Fuck me, Johnny. Hard. I need it, love," he said, breathless and eager. John took hold of his cock. Mostly to try to quell the ache of need.
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That was just enough to stroke his ego, and Johnny added another finger before deciding that was enough and beginning to slick himself.
He was a bit rough as he slid in, though he didn't mean to be. Johnny wasn't a vicious lover, he just had a tendency to go full force with everything these days.
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John cried out and reached for him, gripping his arm.
"Jesus, yes," he hissed, moving a little so Johnny hit just right.
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Johnny grunted, shifting his hips and starting to thrust at a steady pace.
He was quiet, not much for talking in bed, but he was focused.
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John gripped his cock and bit his lip. He had no trouble finding someone to warm his bed, but he was rarely lucky as this. He felt every inch and rocked his hips for more.
"Don't you fucking stop," he panted.
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"Didn't plan on it," Johnny assured him with a grunt, gripping his hips tighter as he picked up the pace just a bit.
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John jerked his hand fast. He didn't want to make love and Johnny clearly didn't, either. His free hand gripped the sheer and he felt a family pull, that perfect heat.
'Fuck yes, fu... fuck me," he begged wantinly.
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Johnny thrust harder and faster, grunting and gasping.
"Come on," he panted, chasing his own pleasure.
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He needed very little encouragement before he was spilling ropes of come across everything without care or shame. He cried out and immediately tried to choke it back.
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Johnny came moments later, teeth gritted as he grunted and let his hips stutter to a stop.
"Fuck," he murmered, riding it out before slipping free.
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John flopped out, absolutely boneless. A low groan crept out as Johnny slipped free.
"Fucking hell," he muttered breathlessly.
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Johnny moved away and cleaned himself up before moving to light up a smoke.
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John was leaden on the bed for a long, long moment before he found the will to move. And even then, he only shifted to get comfortable.
He looked Johnny over, really looked at him. There where his arm began was a thing of wonder.
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"You alright?" Johnny asked finally, leaning back a bit as he took a long drag.
He was rough, but he wasn't heartless. He didn't want to hurt the people he took to bed.
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"I'm going to sleep so fucking good," he said. John scrubbed his hand over his face to rouse himself a bit, then he got up to pad naked into the kitchen to get a beer and his smokes. He brought one back for Johnny, too- ever the proper host.
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"Thanks," Johnny said, taking the beer and cracking it open. He stretched out a bit, settling in.
He didn't say much, always comfortable in silence.
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John took a long pull off his beer, then settled his cig back between his lips.
"You need something to sleep in?" he offered, pulling out a pair of plaid flannel bottoms that had peguins in festive santa hats splashed across them.
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"I don't wear anything when I sleep- Unless that's an issue for you," Johnny replied, finishing his cigarette.
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"A man who lives dangerously," he chuckled. John took the time to finish his smoke and beer, dropping the butt into the dregs at the bottom of the bottle.
"We'll do breakfast and get you set up in the morning," he assured him. "Try to get some rest."
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"Set up?" Johnny asked, settling in on the bed.
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"I'm sure you dont want to live in this shithole, Johnny. You'll need some dosh, some resources, a few friends for when you're in need. Set up," John explained as he crawled into bed and closed his eyes.
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"I don't care where I sleep," Johnny said honestly, looking up at the ceiling, then closing his eyes with a sigh.
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John didn't really need to point out he didn't want a flatmate. Johnny'd learn soon enough John was no one anyone wanted to be around for long.
"For the morning," he said, then hiked the blanket over his shoulder and closed his eyes.
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Johnny grunted, letting himself be covered up and drifting off.
When John woke the next day, Johnny would already be gone. He never slept long, and he never overstayed his welcome.