[ no reason to push his opponent any further now that things are looking pretty great for him. still, John has managed to put up an entertaining fight considering how distracted he was by sexy daydreams. ]
Oh, so you came here thinking this would be easy?
[ he may not be so good at lying, but flirting always comes naturally to him and he's ruthless when it comes to cards. ]
[ John's hand isn't great either, he has a pair. Felipe's is only marginally better, and so the matchsticks that stand in for their wagered favours once again slide to Felipe. John is going to run out at this rate. ]
Perhaps I should cut my losses.
[ Still. He's having fun, staving off the boredom that had dragged down his mood this morning. ]
[ there's an openly hungry look in his eyes whenever he glances at the matchsticks piling up in front of him. it's just make believe and there's hardly any stakes, but they've been stuck in this damn house for too long, so he'll take anything. ]
Is it a fun game? [ he reaches for some of the bread. ]
[ John admits, apparently conceding that that's the level of difficulty he's willing to compete at. He watches Felipe eat the food, picking up the cards to fidget by shuffling them. ]
Each of us takes a turn revealing the topmost card of the deck. If it matches the one below it, the first to strike the pile with their hand gets the point. Used to play it with my grandma as a kid.
[ A crooked little smile gives away that he might not be entirely serious about playing Snap. His eyes linger on Felipe, the urge to crawl over into his lap having been growing steadily since he entered the room. ]
[ hey, he'll take anything. he wants to keep playing even though the looks John's giving him are getting kind of distracting. carefully, he breaks off a small piece of his bread and reaches over to hold it for John to take in his mouth like feeding him was the most natural thing. ]
How about we try playing it with my dick inside you?
[ John takes the bread, chews contemplatively and swallows, then decides he's defended his pride enough for one day and puts the cards to the side for the moment so he can crawl over into Felipe's space. ]
Not to be weird, but you smell amazing.
[ Because it's even more obvious now that he's this close, straddling a leg either side of Felipe's hips to just kneel in his lap. It makes him think about Felipe over and around him, pressed warm up the line of his back and deep inside him. ]
[ not a compliment he was expecting. not here, after being stuck in this place and having no access to his usual toiletries. he tosses the remaining bread to the side and pulls John closer, buries his own nose into the curve of the other man's neck and breathes in his scent. he never had him so close before, so he can't tell any difference, but somehow it feels familiar. right. he makes a soft sound, agreeing with what John said. ]
Why not both? [ he refuses to choose and this time he's going to have both. literally. even while his hands are already brushing over John's stomach, he quickly steals a glance at the cards on the bed – making sure that none got lost while John straddled him. ]
[ It makes John laugh a little, that he won't choose, vaguely charmed by this commitment to gambling. ]
I'm not going to be very good.
[ And then, pulling a face that Felipe might not even see while they're this close, and clarifying. ]
At cards. If we're fucking. I'm brilliant at sex, obviously.
[ And shamelessly conceited about it. But he forces himself to shut up before he says anything else stupid, pressing a kiss to Felipe's neck, nosing down to the collar of his shirt to press another to the skin there, taking his time. ]
[ now it's his turn to laugh. pretty cocky, huh. this is pretty different from the last time they hooked up, but he's got nothing against soft kisses. ]
I don't think you get to say that. Others say it about you. And the challenge will only improve the game.
[ best to keep it rather simple when they can't even hold cards in their hands, so the game John suggested is perfect for this. he's smiling just picturing it because it's going to be so clumsy and stupid. ]
You almost had me with the spaceships. Earlier, I mean. I've never heard of anything like it before. [ he admits, slipping his hands further down to tug at his new trousers. ]
Yeah? You want to hear about my big spaceships? I think when we met I was looking for a transport - that's what we call the little shuttles that go between the planet and the fleet.
[ His pants open easily enough, and John pauses both this description and his idle handsiness in order to kneel up and tug them down. Reaches to the nape of his neck and pulls his nice shirt off over his head. At this point, why does he bother with clothes in Felipe's room.
He looks down at Felipe from there, gives him a half smile and a light thumb over his cheekbone down to the corner of his mouth. ]
[ he's so easy to read when he isn't trying to divert John's attention elsewhere, especially up close like this, and just picturing the dozens of ships floating across the sky adds a new kind of glow to his dark eyes. it sounds crazy, but he badly wants it to be true. ships that can sail in space probably have running water too? impressed with the story, he gazes up to John with open admiration, his lips parted even before he leans in to press light kisses over his chest. ]
I got lube. [ right under the bed, where he hid it from Mavis. not sure if John was joking about the magic or not, he hurries to reach for the vial, reaching his upper body over the bed and then blindly searches for it with his hand. ] I meant what I said about magic earlier. [ he's pretty loose with his boundaries, but warming up to magic will take some time. ]
[ Asking is a courtesy reserved for Felipe's delicate sensibilities around magic — but he is going to keep asking, even if he gets a 'no' every time.
At least he can take advantage of Felipe's preoccupation finding the lube to struggle the rest of the way out of his trousers. Doing so without standing means tilting onto one knee and wriggling the other out, precarious and silly, and he smirks triumphantly once he can toss them to the side and settle back into Felipe's lap. Tug him back into an upright position so he can be distracted from the mention of magic with a deep, firm kiss (something he's been working himself up to for the last five minutes or so.) ]
[ he was waiting for it and now that he's got him, he won't let go of him any time soon. John's cute and he returns his kiss with eager intensity, wraps his arms around his middle while squeezing the small bottle in his hand, warming it up. ]
Why can't I just keep you here?
[ he murmurs against his mouth when he briefly pauses for some air before returning to kissing him relentlessly. the idea hit him just now: having John here, waiting for him, while he goes to find them food and water. it would be easy, practical. they could stay here until the snow melts and he wouldn't have to share him with anyone. the front of his trousers is starting to feel full just from picturing the scenario. ]
[ Ruh-roh, maybe he should have maintained his usual rules about no kissing, if it's gonna get this kind of reaction. John is enjoying the passion right up until Felipe shares that particular thought, and then he winces internally because he's never been into monogamy and that isn't going to change for anyone.
Though ... maybe it's the pheromones, but he can't deny there's a certain appeal to the idea. So long as it's just a horny fantasy. ]
Naked and in your bed for whenever you want to fuck?
[ He murmurs it across Felipe's jaw, voice gone liquid sex. ]
I'm sure we could find something to plug me up when not in use.
[ it's not what he originally had in mind, but the idea seems more attractive the closer he gets to claiming him. Felipe steals one more kiss from him before he leans away and takes off his own shirt. tosses it on the floor and quickly catches John into another embrace. when pressed against each other, skin to skin, he feels warmer than usual. almost hot. ]
Yeah, I'd like that. [ he uncorks the bottle behind the other man's back with ease, spreads the lube over his fingers and brings the hand down to his ass. gently feels around for his entrance before slipping a finger inside. gets him nice and wet. his own dick twitches at the sensation. ] You'd never have to leave the bed, never feel empty.
[ John rumbles a low moan as Felipe broaches him, rubbing himself onto the finger — he doesn't usually bother with manual prep so he has no sense of restraint, just tries to swivel into an angle that feels good. But it's kind of nice, to let Felipe take care of slicking him up. That gentleness and intimacy is what has his own cock starting to fill between them, nudging at Felipe's thigh. ]
I'd always be ready for you.
[ John's hands run over his bare chest, luxuriating in the hair and muscle and heat of him. ]
Whenever you felt the urge. Even if it was the middle of the night, you wouldn't have to wake me, just unplug me and have your way.
[ Okay, yes, he's changed his mind, this is hot. ]
[ yup it's hot. Felipe's breath hitches and he adds another finger along with some more pressure since John is so eager for it. imagines how he'd climb into that imaginary bed and grab his hips and roll him over when the other man was barely awake. reach between his legs and use him however he wanted. ]
You'd be mine, completely.
[ he agrees softly, lips brushing over his neck. he thinks he should eventually bite him there. hard. mark him as his. ]
Maybe I'd tie you to the bed though. Since I don't fucking trust you.
[ there's something slippery about the way this guy just moves about like he was untouchable and getting mad when hinted that he wasn't. it's frustrating and compelling at the same time. the words are not necessarily meant as an insult, he just gets mean when he's gambling. ]
[ That makes John laugh suddenly, because Felipe isn't exactly wrong. He isn't fucking trustworthy. ]
I'm not into being tied down.
[ In basically all senses of the word. After all, here he is now, but ask him how many other people he whispers sweet promises to, how many know John sleeps around but think they're his favourite. He could live with someone for years, marry them and raise children( and still slip out the back door one night when they're sleeping, their lifetime spent as a god's momentary diversion. John is never as sentimental as anybody thinks. ]
But it's cute that you want to! Don't waste time being jealous when you're the one about to have his cock in me, mm?
[ he laughs too, breathless and confused. he really doesn't know what to make of this man, not at all. he's stupidly curious though. ]
Turn around.
[ he shrugs off the rejection, easily as always, and proceeds to instruct him while he draws his hand back to himself. they need to be facing the cards if they're going to keep playing. when John moves from his lap, he uses the moment to undo his own trousers after idly wiping his fingers on the curve of John's ass. ]
[ John steals another kiss before he obeys, a reward for being chill, and then does turn around. Drops forward onto one elbow, lifting his ass like a bitch in heat, reaching back to pull one cheek open and let Felipe see where he's about to stick it. ]
Come knock me up.
[ They can figure out cards once they're doing this. ]
[ John looks really good like this, exposing himself so lewdly, and the words definitely stir up something deep inside him. Felipe kicks the trousers to the side and quickly takes a hold of his throbbing dick to guide it into him. he was gentle earlier, now not so much. ]
Yeah, I'll fill you up if you want it so bad.
[ he groans as he feels himself sink deeper, helps himself to push in the rest with a couple of crude thrusts. when he's all in, there's no longer hiding how desperately he wants to mate with him, make him his own. he grabs him by the hips roughly, pulls him closer to himself as he slams into him with urgency. ]
[ John loves that first thrust the most, parting and filling him, the rude shock of intrusion. He groans and pushes a clenched fist into the mattress. ]
Fuck.
[ Felipe is unexpectedly good at this, John pulls in heaving, noisy breaths as he's fucked hard and certain. Then he pushes himself up, from elbows to his hands and knees, then back further, kneeling up on the next inward thrust so he can sit back into Felipe's lap, take him deep. ]
You still wanna play cards?
[ Teasing, like he doesn't believe Felipe could handle the distraction now that he's inside him. ]
[ he draws John into his lap while rocking his hips up into him. wraps his arms around him to hold him tight. the closer, the better. the question makes him release a loud, breathless laugh against John's neck. fucking hell, he's not going to back down because that was his idea, but it's also ridiculous because all he wants to do right now is to thrust into John until he's spent and the other man starts whining. ]
What kind of a question is that? Idiot.
[ asshole. cunt. Felipe teasingly drags his teeth against his neck, hoping to leave a mark. ]
You start. [ he fixes his hold of him so that his arms wrap around his middle, leaving John free to reach for the cards. if he can. ]
[ John's skin proves as indefatigable as the man himself: teeth indent the skin, capillaries break, blood flushes the area, and almost instantly heals, the cells resetting themselves back to normal. John doesn't even have to think about it. Big wounds take longer, here, but there's a reason he doesn't carry any scars, any hickeys or bruises anywhere on his body. Felipe could draw blood and watch it slide itself back into the wound and close the door behind it.
Felipe's arms around him are strong and safe, and he considers just not getting the cards, wanting to sit here and jerk off a little instead, bounce on the big cock filling him until Felipe puts him ass up again to get properly railed. But instead he bends forward and reaches, fingertips slipping on the edge of the deck, pulling one card close enough but not the whole lot. He tries to wriggle forward, frustrated. ]
[ he'd be confused if he noticed, but John's doing a really good job stealing all his attention while wriggling on his cock like that. it feels both maddening and exciting at the same time, the way he moves, struggles on him. he also likes how John's hard dick flops around as he reaches for the cards.
probably the first time he's seen John frustrated? Felipe holds him back, his arms hugging him iron tight as he enjoys the sight a little longer, practically giggling to himself. ]
What? Aren't you going to get it? [ this game was even more fun that he thought. ] C'mon, John. [ he rocks his hips up hard as an encouragement. releases one hand from the hold to steady himself on the bed so he can slide them both a little closer to the deck. ]
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Oh, so you came here thinking this would be easy?
[ he may not be so good at lying, but flirting always comes naturally to him and he's ruthless when it comes to cards. ]
Well, show me what you got.
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Perhaps I should cut my losses.
[ Still. He's having fun, staving off the boredom that had dragged down his mood this morning. ]
Or switch games. Do you know how to play Snap?
[ He's kidding, probably. ]
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[ there's an openly hungry look in his eyes whenever he glances at the matchsticks piling up in front of him. it's just make believe and there's hardly any stakes, but they've been stuck in this damn house for too long, so he'll take anything. ]
Is it a fun game? [ he reaches for some of the bread. ]
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[ John admits, apparently conceding that that's the level of difficulty he's willing to compete at. He watches Felipe eat the food, picking up the cards to fidget by shuffling them. ]
Each of us takes a turn revealing the topmost card of the deck. If it matches the one below it, the first to strike the pile with their hand gets the point. Used to play it with my grandma as a kid.
[ A crooked little smile gives away that he might not be entirely serious about playing Snap. His eyes linger on Felipe, the urge to crawl over into his lap having been growing steadily since he entered the room. ]
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[ hey, he'll take anything. he wants to keep playing even though the looks John's giving him are getting kind of distracting. carefully, he breaks off a small piece of his bread and reaches over to hold it for John to take in his mouth like feeding him was the most natural thing. ]
How about we try playing it with my dick inside you?
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Not to be weird, but you smell amazing.
[ Because it's even more obvious now that he's this close, straddling a leg either side of Felipe's hips to just kneel in his lap. It makes him think about Felipe over and around him, pressed warm up the line of his back and deep inside him. ]
Which do you like more, sex or cards?
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[ not a compliment he was expecting. not here, after being stuck in this place and having no access to his usual toiletries. he tosses the remaining bread to the side and pulls John closer, buries his own nose into the curve of the other man's neck and breathes in his scent. he never had him so close before, so he can't tell any difference, but somehow it feels familiar. right. he makes a soft sound, agreeing with what John said. ]
Why not both? [ he refuses to choose and this time he's going to have both. literally. even while his hands are already brushing over John's stomach, he quickly steals a glance at the cards on the bed – making sure that none got lost while John straddled him. ]
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I'm not going to be very good.
[ And then, pulling a face that Felipe might not even see while they're this close, and clarifying. ]
At cards. If we're fucking. I'm brilliant at sex, obviously.
[ And shamelessly conceited about it. But he forces himself to shut up before he says anything else stupid, pressing a kiss to Felipe's neck, nosing down to the collar of his shirt to press another to the skin there, taking his time. ]
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I don't think you get to say that. Others say it about you. And the challenge will only improve the game.
[ best to keep it rather simple when they can't even hold cards in their hands, so the game John suggested is perfect for this. he's smiling just picturing it because it's going to be so clumsy and stupid. ]
You almost had me with the spaceships. Earlier, I mean. I've never heard of anything like it before. [ he admits, slipping his hands further down to tug at his new trousers. ]
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[ His pants open easily enough, and John pauses both this description and his idle handsiness in order to kneel up and tug them down. Reaches to the nape of his neck and pulls his nice shirt off over his head. At this point, why does he bother with clothes in Felipe's room.
He looks down at Felipe from there, gives him a half smile and a light thumb over his cheekbone down to the corner of his mouth. ]
Do you want me to find lube or use magic?
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[ he's so easy to read when he isn't trying to divert John's attention elsewhere, especially up close like this, and just picturing the dozens of ships floating across the sky adds a new kind of glow to his dark eyes. it sounds crazy, but he badly wants it to be true. ships that can sail in space probably have running water too? impressed with the story, he gazes up to John with open admiration, his lips parted even before he leans in to press light kisses over his chest. ]
I got lube. [ right under the bed, where he hid it from Mavis. not sure if John was joking about the magic or not, he hurries to reach for the vial, reaching his upper body over the bed and then blindly searches for it with his hand. ] I meant what I said about magic earlier. [ he's pretty loose with his boundaries, but warming up to magic will take some time. ]
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[ Asking is a courtesy reserved for Felipe's delicate sensibilities around magic — but he is going to keep asking, even if he gets a 'no' every time.
At least he can take advantage of Felipe's preoccupation finding the lube to struggle the rest of the way out of his trousers. Doing so without standing means tilting onto one knee and wriggling the other out, precarious and silly, and he smirks triumphantly once he can toss them to the side and settle back into Felipe's lap. Tug him back into an upright position so he can be distracted from the mention of magic with a deep, firm kiss (something he's been working himself up to for the last five minutes or so.) ]
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Why can't I just keep you here?
[ he murmurs against his mouth when he briefly pauses for some air before returning to kissing him relentlessly. the idea hit him just now: having John here, waiting for him, while he goes to find them food and water. it would be easy, practical. they could stay here until the snow melts and he wouldn't have to share him with anyone. the front of his trousers is starting to feel full just from picturing the scenario. ]
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Though ... maybe it's the pheromones, but he can't deny there's a certain appeal to the idea. So long as it's just a horny fantasy. ]
Naked and in your bed for whenever you want to fuck?
[ He murmurs it across Felipe's jaw, voice gone liquid sex. ]
I'm sure we could find something to plug me up when not in use.
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Yeah, I'd like that. [ he uncorks the bottle behind the other man's back with ease, spreads the lube over his fingers and brings the hand down to his ass. gently feels around for his entrance before slipping a finger inside. gets him nice and wet. his own dick twitches at the sensation. ] You'd never have to leave the bed, never feel empty.
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I'd always be ready for you.
[ John's hands run over his bare chest, luxuriating in the hair and muscle and heat of him. ]
Whenever you felt the urge. Even if it was the middle of the night, you wouldn't have to wake me, just unplug me and have your way.
[ Okay, yes, he's changed his mind, this is hot. ]
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You'd be mine, completely.
[ he agrees softly, lips brushing over his neck. he thinks he should eventually bite him there. hard. mark him as his. ]
Maybe I'd tie you to the bed though. Since I don't fucking trust you.
[ there's something slippery about the way this guy just moves about like he was untouchable and getting mad when hinted that he wasn't. it's frustrating and compelling at the same time. the words are not necessarily meant as an insult, he just gets mean when he's gambling. ]
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I'm not into being tied down.
[ In basically all senses of the word. After all, here he is now, but ask him how many other people he whispers sweet promises to, how many know John sleeps around but think they're his favourite. He could live with someone for years, marry them and raise children( and still slip out the back door one night when they're sleeping, their lifetime spent as a god's momentary diversion. John is never as sentimental as anybody thinks. ]
But it's cute that you want to! Don't waste time being jealous when you're the one about to have his cock in me, mm?
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[ he laughs too, breathless and confused. he really doesn't know what to make of this man, not at all. he's stupidly curious though. ]
Turn around.
[ he shrugs off the rejection, easily as always, and proceeds to instruct him while he draws his hand back to himself. they need to be facing the cards if they're going to keep playing. when John moves from his lap, he uses the moment to undo his own trousers after idly wiping his fingers on the curve of John's ass. ]
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Come knock me up.
[ They can figure out cards once they're doing this. ]
Don't be gentle, I want to feel you.
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Yeah, I'll fill you up if you want it so bad.
[ he groans as he feels himself sink deeper, helps himself to push in the rest with a couple of crude thrusts. when he's all in, there's no longer hiding how desperately he wants to mate with him, make him his own. he grabs him by the hips roughly, pulls him closer to himself as he slams into him with urgency. ]
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Fuck.
[ Felipe is unexpectedly good at this, John pulls in heaving, noisy breaths as he's fucked hard and certain. Then he pushes himself up, from elbows to his hands and knees, then back further, kneeling up on the next inward thrust so he can sit back into Felipe's lap, take him deep. ]
You still wanna play cards?
[ Teasing, like he doesn't believe Felipe could handle the distraction now that he's inside him. ]
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What kind of a question is that? Idiot.
[ asshole. cunt. Felipe teasingly drags his teeth against his neck, hoping to leave a mark. ]
You start. [ he fixes his hold of him so that his arms wrap around his middle, leaving John free to reach for the cards. if he can. ]
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Felipe's arms around him are strong and safe, and he considers just not getting the cards, wanting to sit here and jerk off a little instead, bounce on the big cock filling him until Felipe puts him ass up again to get properly railed. But instead he bends forward and reaches, fingertips slipping on the edge of the deck, pulling one card close enough but not the whole lot. He tries to wriggle forward, frustrated. ]
Felipe!
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probably the first time he's seen John frustrated? Felipe holds him back, his arms hugging him iron tight as he enjoys the sight a little longer, practically giggling to himself. ]
What? Aren't you going to get it? [ this game was even more fun that he thought. ] C'mon, John. [ he rocks his hips up hard as an encouragement. releases one hand from the hold to steady himself on the bed so he can slide them both a little closer to the deck. ]
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