[ 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. ]
[ John swats back at Felipe's thigh for that, though it's more noise than anything weighty. The movement gives him the few extra centimetres he needs to get the whole deck in his hand, and he pulls it back, victorious. Breath hitching a little when sitting back impales him back on Felipe's cock, and he has to just pant for a moment and adjust. ]
You're so big.
[ Though really John finds flattering men that they have the biggest cock he's ever encountered tends to universally turn them on, has perfected the art of gasping and squirming over being so full and tight. ]
I got them. I'm not dealing until you fucking touch me.
I thought you were enjoying my big cock too much to play.
[ flattering works perfectly. John should do more of it. the playful threats are really doing it for him too. ]
If I win...
[ Felipe starts the sentence before he's even got his thoughts sorted, properly distracted. there has to be some stakes even if fucking him is already a prize in itself. he brings his hand to John's crotch, brushes over dark hair before firmly wrapping his fingers around his throbbing dick and beginning to stroke him while he thinks on it. presses his nose against his neck, enjoys the way John reacts when his wish is fulfilled. ]
You have to moan my name and praise my dick as you come. [ John's turn to choose. ]
[ John sees absolutely no problem in accepting that bet, especially not when Felipe has a hand on him the way he does. It's removing all of John's higher functions, as his strong thighs work him between Felipe's cock and his hand, getting himself off with them. It's so good, everything he wanted, and he's noisy about it, harsh groans that will have any of their neighbours fully aware of what they're doing in here.
He has to force himself to a shuddering stop to think about his response. Reaches down to run a hand over the bar of Felipe's arm around him, just enjoying his body. ]
If I win, you have to tell me the filthiest thing that gets you hard. Something you shame-wank thinking about.
[ Every guy has a weird kink deep down, and apparently John is starting a collection. Anyway, the prospect is exciting enough that he refocuses on the cards. Are they still playing snap? This is incredibly silly. They're already well-shuffled, so he just neatens the deck and places it in reach, turning over the top card. ]
[ it's the worst idea. and also the best because his heart is immediately racing like he'd put his actual life on the line. and actually, he kind of has, because no one fucking knows about his hideous wankbank. a thrill like no other and he can't resist it even though he knows he should. ]
Nosy bastard.
[ a low groan into John's ear. the amused tone comes off a little forced, but it could be just because he's balls deep into this guy with his fingers loosely wrapped around his dick. he paused stroking him when John froze, but idly thumbs the tip of it as he watches the cards like a hawk, hoping to draw more good noises out of him. if John saw his face right now, he'd know that Felipe was deadly serious about snap – of all things. ]
What if it includes you? [ the first card doesn't match, but a shiver goes through him anyway. with the previous victory under his belt he's certain that he'll win this one too, so he can get a little cocky. he reaches for his card, barely looks at it before he flicks it away. no match. returns his hand to John, brings it up to play with his nipple while the other man takes his turn. ]
[ That hitch of breath in the middle to stop himself from moaning, as he lifts his hips forward to ride Felipe's dick, presses it deep again as he pulls a card. He gets fucked enough that even when it's good he knows how to tune it out a little, especially if he keeps moving instead of letting the fullness overwhelm him. ]
No judgement.
[ Tossing his card onto the pile — they'll play a few like this, each one turning over a card only to find it doesn't match. ]
You can jerk it to corpses or, piss or, amputation and I won't make fun— snap.
[ He says it aloud, but he's also slapped his hand down on a pair of twos, scooping the cards he's just won off to the side like they're poker chips. ]
[ John says that, but it changes little. to Felipe it will forever remain as the biggest source of shame and guilt and – a bunch of other things he can't even begin to unravel. doesn't want to. ]
Remind me-- [ he's panting hard now, struggling to speak. ] --to ask you about your kinks later.
[ if he can just casually throw those out there, who knows what he does consider filthy? Felipe grins against his skin, straining to keep the pace steady. if he could think straight, he would do something to distract John, but the best he can do is to keep moving, slap their hips together, try not lose the plot whenever he feels John sink deeper and press around him. fuck. ]
Snap. [ they have to say this stupid thing out loud? for god's sake. eventually Felipe manages to get a pair, barely before John beats him to it. even he knows he's getting sloppy and it's starting to show. he's sweaty, desperate and so turned on. ]
[ John is actually having fun, if he's completely honest. It's so ridiculous to be having sex and playing cards, but he's never done it before so he's having a good time just via sheer novelty. Thinks idly that Valency would have thought fuck-snap was the best mid-orgy game. ]
Snap!
[ Deeply pleased with himself, because he's winning. In basically every sense, right now, flushed and happy.
The moment his pile is over half the deck, he slides himself off Felipe's cock with a low noise. ]
Might as well concede.
[ He's just going to turn around and climb right back into Felipe's lap, reaching down to snub his cock up against John's hole and sink slowly back onto it, sighing like it's where it belongs. ]
[ John may learn a thing or two about him during this game. one: the dark, shameful secret. two: he's not good at losing. guys used to winning rarely are. when John turns around and glimpses at Felipe's face, he's frowning, avoiding his eye, stares past him at the cards on the bed instead. it's like a dark cloud had emerged from some shadowy corner of the room and found a sweet spot over his head. no more soft puppy eyes or teasing smiles. ]
Yeah, but we didn't finish.
[ he squeezes John thigh, gathers him in his lap anyway, while muttering quietly, knowing well that he's lost already. but does it count when they didn't go all the way? it fucking shouldn't. this isn't how you play cards. this isn't how you play anything. ]
[ John throws an arm around his shoulders, palming the top of his spine for balance as he leans back, really putting his hips into it now. ]
Do you wanna keep going?
[ Grinning to himself at this bratty, grumpy asshole behaviour. ]
We can play to the last — fucking card if you want. Ngh. Personally, I'd rather —
[ This, he'd rather be focused on this, riding Felipe's dick into his prostate so that his own is leaking steadily, pressing their faces close so he can press a kiss to that downturned expression. His ass slaps into Felipe's thighs rhythmically, and he grunts a little on each one, working himself towards his own edge. ]
Fuck. Yeah? C'mon, give it to me. Need you. Finish like this, finish in me.
[ but he doesn't really want this either. only needs it. needs to finish and then to forget about it. he's so close and John's driving him mad, riding him like he was having the best time of his life.
Felipe grabs that arm, twists it so that he can pin it over John's head when he suddenly pushes him down on his back, over the scattered cards, flips their positions so that he's the one with more room to move, with more control. John's just some body to take his frustration out on. even though he's worn out, panting and his leg is about to start cramping, he fucks him with rough strokes, with only one purpose on mind. catches John's cock with his other hand and squeezes. ]
[ John goes, falls backwards and curls his legs around Felipe's waist, keeping him just as trapped as the hand pinning his arm to the bed. His eyes are avid on the other man's face, drinking in the other man's complicated expression, the way losing seems to have pulled away a pleasant mask and revealed something raw. ]
Fuck yeah.
[ This is probably the most genuinely interesting he's ever found Felipe, and it has a real confessional vibe to boot - of course he wants to hear. ]
Tell me your worst fantasies. Tell me what gets your dick hard when you're all by yourself, what you're thinking about when you're coming in your own hand.
[ the only way to do this is through a haze. if they had been playing at the pub, he wouldn't have lost. and if he had, he would have found a way out. he's too distracted now, too tangled up in his own game to have secured an escape plan.
he looks too serious, too pained, like he wasn't enjoying this at all even if some part of him is secretly getting the kick of a lifetime. his hips jerk and he stares down at him, deep into the black holes of John's eyes like he didn't even recognize the man, his own eyes dark and wide, sweat dripping on his brow. ]
Sometimes –
[ this won't be elaborate. it's his darkness, the fucking core of his pitiful existence. nothing compared to the big scheme of things, of course, but damn terrible for him, personally. simple. the ticket to damnation with his name on it. ]
My sister's tight virgin cunt –
[ there's more, but he can't even finish the sentence when he already comes. the truth spills out of him violently and he shudders. he shuts his eyes and collapses down against John, thrusting into him with whatever strength he has left. ]
[ John holds him mating deep, free hand gripping the back of Felipe's sweaty neck, taking his secret and his cum with equal pleasure. He's right on the brink himself, but holding off only to try and keep his head a little longer, keep this moment a little longer, with everything spilling out of this pathetic little mortal.
He thinks if he laughs now, or even makes some callous remark about how hot that is, the situation might turn ugly, so he just kisses Felipe's temple with paternalistic forgiveness and palms down his spine, rubs a circle in the small of his back to guide him to stillness, clutched deep within John's body. ]
I slept with a pair of brothers once.
[ A little breathless, but casual, even though this is a memory that stings him for personal reasons. ]
I was just a — conduit, for something they wanted from each other.
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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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You're so big.
[ Though really John finds flattering men that they have the biggest cock he's ever encountered tends to universally turn them on, has perfected the art of gasping and squirming over being so full and tight. ]
I got them. I'm not dealing until you fucking touch me.
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[ flattering works perfectly. John should do more of it. the playful threats are really doing it for him too. ]
If I win...
[ Felipe starts the sentence before he's even got his thoughts sorted, properly distracted. there has to be some stakes even if fucking him is already a prize in itself. he brings his hand to John's crotch, brushes over dark hair before firmly wrapping his fingers around his throbbing dick and beginning to stroke him while he thinks on it. presses his nose against his neck, enjoys the way John reacts when his wish is fulfilled. ]
You have to moan my name and praise my dick as you come. [ John's turn to choose. ]
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He has to force himself to a shuddering stop to think about his response. Reaches down to run a hand over the bar of Felipe's arm around him, just enjoying his body. ]
If I win, you have to tell me the filthiest thing that gets you hard. Something you shame-wank thinking about.
[ Every guy has a weird kink deep down, and apparently John is starting a collection. Anyway, the prospect is exciting enough that he refocuses on the cards. Are they still playing snap? This is incredibly silly. They're already well-shuffled, so he just neatens the deck and places it in reach, turning over the top card. ]
felipe will lose.
Nosy bastard.
[ a low groan into John's ear. the amused tone comes off a little forced, but it could be just because he's balls deep into this guy with his fingers loosely wrapped around his dick. he paused stroking him when John froze, but idly thumbs the tip of it as he watches the cards like a hawk, hoping to draw more good noises out of him. if John saw his face right now, he'd know that Felipe was deadly serious about snap – of all things. ]
What if it includes you? [ the first card doesn't match, but a shiver goes through him anyway. with the previous victory under his belt he's certain that he'll win this one too, so he can get a little cocky. he reaches for his card, barely looks at it before he flicks it away. no match. returns his hand to John, brings it up to play with his nipple while the other man takes his turn. ]
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[ That hitch of breath in the middle to stop himself from moaning, as he lifts his hips forward to ride Felipe's dick, presses it deep again as he pulls a card. He gets fucked enough that even when it's good he knows how to tune it out a little, especially if he keeps moving instead of letting the fullness overwhelm him. ]
No judgement.
[ Tossing his card onto the pile — they'll play a few like this, each one turning over a card only to find it doesn't match. ]
You can jerk it to corpses or, piss or, amputation and I won't make fun— snap.
[ He says it aloud, but he's also slapped his hand down on a pair of twos, scooping the cards he's just won off to the side like they're poker chips. ]
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Remind me-- [ he's panting hard now, struggling to speak. ] --to ask you about your kinks later.
[ if he can just casually throw those out there, who knows what he does consider filthy? Felipe grins against his skin, straining to keep the pace steady. if he could think straight, he would do something to distract John, but the best he can do is to keep moving, slap their hips together, try not lose the plot whenever he feels John sink deeper and press around him. fuck. ]
Snap. [ they have to say this stupid thing out loud? for god's sake. eventually Felipe manages to get a pair, barely before John beats him to it. even he knows he's getting sloppy and it's starting to show. he's sweaty, desperate and so turned on. ]
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Snap!
[ Deeply pleased with himself, because he's winning. In basically every sense, right now, flushed and happy.
The moment his pile is over half the deck, he slides himself off Felipe's cock with a low noise. ]
Might as well concede.
[ He's just going to turn around and climb right back into Felipe's lap, reaching down to snub his cock up against John's hole and sink slowly back onto it, sighing like it's where it belongs. ]
But I'll still tell you how good your dick feels.
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Yeah, but we didn't finish.
[ he squeezes John thigh, gathers him in his lap anyway, while muttering quietly, knowing well that he's lost already. but does it count when they didn't go all the way? it fucking shouldn't. this isn't how you play cards. this isn't how you play anything. ]
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Do you wanna keep going?
[ Grinning to himself at this bratty, grumpy asshole behaviour. ]
We can play to the last — fucking card if you want. Ngh. Personally, I'd rather —
[ This, he'd rather be focused on this, riding Felipe's dick into his prostate so that his own is leaking steadily, pressing their faces close so he can press a kiss to that downturned expression. His ass slaps into Felipe's thighs rhythmically, and he grunts a little on each one, working himself towards his own edge. ]
Fuck. Yeah? C'mon, give it to me. Need you. Finish like this, finish in me.
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[ but he doesn't really want this either. only needs it. needs to finish and then to forget about it. he's so close and John's driving him mad, riding him like he was having the best time of his life.
Felipe grabs that arm, twists it so that he can pin it over John's head when he suddenly pushes him down on his back, over the scattered cards, flips their positions so that he's the one with more room to move, with more control. John's just some body to take his frustration out on. even though he's worn out, panting and his leg is about to start cramping, he fucks him with rough strokes, with only one purpose on mind. catches John's cock with his other hand and squeezes. ]
You – want to hear it?
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Fuck yeah.
[ This is probably the most genuinely interesting he's ever found Felipe, and it has a real confessional vibe to boot - of course he wants to hear. ]
Tell me your worst fantasies. Tell me what gets your dick hard when you're all by yourself, what you're thinking about when you're coming in your own hand.
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he looks too serious, too pained, like he wasn't enjoying this at all even if some part of him is secretly getting the kick of a lifetime. his hips jerk and he stares down at him, deep into the black holes of John's eyes like he didn't even recognize the man, his own eyes dark and wide, sweat dripping on his brow. ]
Sometimes –
[ this won't be elaborate. it's his darkness, the fucking core of his pitiful existence. nothing compared to the big scheme of things, of course, but damn terrible for him, personally. simple. the ticket to damnation with his name on it. ]
My sister's tight virgin cunt –
[ there's more, but he can't even finish the sentence when he already comes. the truth spills out of him violently and he shudders. he shuts his eyes and collapses down against John, thrusting into him with whatever strength he has left. ]
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He thinks if he laughs now, or even makes some callous remark about how hot that is, the situation might turn ugly, so he just kisses Felipe's temple with paternalistic forgiveness and palms down his spine, rubs a circle in the small of his back to guide him to stillness, clutched deep within John's body. ]
I slept with a pair of brothers once.
[ A little breathless, but casual, even though this is a memory that stings him for personal reasons. ]
I was just a — conduit, for something they wanted from each other.
[ Hadn't he promised no judgement? ]
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