[ 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.
[ it's safe here. and warm deep inside him. Felipe can feel himself start to relax even though his heart is still pounding hard and he's probably made a proper fool out of himself. he finally lets go of John's hand, buries his fingers into the mattress instead, rides out the last waves of this nightmare until he's spent and empty. buries his face into John's neck. doesn't pull out because it just feels right to stay in him as long as he can. ]
No. [ it's close to a whimper. he doesn't want to hear the story. what he's going through – it can't be compared with anything else. ]
[ Immediate, willing to concede further comparative discussion. Combs a hand through Felipe's hair. ]
But I don't think wanting that makes you a bad person.
[ He's aware shame isn't a rational thing, but wants to make that clear. Honestly, he had his lovers calling each other 'brother' and 'sister' back home so he's kind of into the idea — and is very into Felipe all lost and humiliated like this. ]
[ no matter what John says, no matter how soft or comfortable this is, he's going to keep him at an arm's length. he doesn't know this guy. doesn't trust him. there's only one more thing left to say: ]
You don't understand. I miss her.
[ a confession. it's worse than lust and sex. any of the shit he thinks John has experience in. it's a pain that eats at him constantly. when Felipe finally pushes himself up, leaning on his elbow, and looks to John, he's visibly tired. lonely. a mess. ]
Can I [ he sounds unexpectedly docile. ] suck you off? [ looks to him like he's waiting for a permission. or a blessing. either way, give him something to do so he doesn't have to dwell on this any longer. ]
[ That hits like a punch to the gut, and John loses a little of his sadism because yeah, he knows that pain well, has been drowning it in sex and booze for longer than he's been here. Is fucking Felipe because it's a distraction from the ache that sets in if he has too much time to himself to think. ]
Yeah.
[ He's deflated a little, but he can see Felipe grasping for that same relief from thought. ]
[ Felipe nods in return. nothing he'd want more right now. he's gentle when he pulls out, takes his weight off of him and moves between his legs, his gaze averted the whole time like he couldn't bear making eye contact after the intimate moment they just shared.
some of the cards remain crushed under John, forgotten and meaningless. he ignores them. concentrates on John's cock instead. shuts his eyes as he carefully takes him in his mouth.
at first it's slow. just obediently working to stir him back up and then, once he's fully stiff again, Felipe forces himself to take in more, deeper, little by little. does it until he feels like he's going to choke and his throat stings. the saddest little blowjob. ]
Well, it is when you have meat magic. John makes a show of it, groaning and running his hands through Felipe's hair, begging for fingers in his ass to replace how empty he feels without his dick, moaning his name.
(When Felipe is throating his cock John's hand in his hair turns into a fist and he pulls him down just a little more to choke him, a deeply petty vengeance.)
Then once his dick is straining again he just flicks his own switches, so to speak, encourages minor vascular processes to begin major brain chemistry explosions and topples over the edge, filling Felipe's mouth with salty spurts as he shakes and whines. Wow! Gold star! ]
[ it makes him feel a little bit better. at least he's still got it!
Felipe winces through the hair pulling and the choking, bears with it because it distracts him from what he just confessed, how he revealed the deepest parts of himself to this guy. practically played himself like some idiot.
there's some struggling when it comes to swallowing it down, but he manages. does a good job of cleaning him up too. all this while still not looking up at him. when they're finished, or more like through with it, he leans away, mechanically wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.
the wilk burning in his system is urging him to cuddle, to keep John warm and to ask him to stay, but he can't bring himself to do that, so he just sits back. brushes some hair off his face.
[ John sits up. Peels a sweaty playing card or two from his skin, takes a moment to try and push them all back into a semblance of a pile.
He, at least, has plenty of experience at this bit, and absolutely never intended to stay. He kneewalks closer for a kiss first, tasting himself a little but otherwise fairly chaste. ]
That was fun, mate. I'll see you around.
[ Don't call me, I'll call you. This close he's aware of the pheromones too, but he's not letting himself fall back into that mindset, so he just gets off the bed and pulls on his trousers, picks up his shirt from somewhere, and goes to walk-of-shame back to his own bed. ]
[ it feels bad to let him leave, it's like tearing off a part of himself, and Felipe briefly considers shouting after him – even turns to watch him go. it's like he's failed at something which has nothing to do with the secret. deep inside he knows it's not safe out there, outside of this room. John shouldn't go.
but John's as fast as last time and quickly out of the door. then it becomes easier to bear and he can breathe again.
Felipe looks at the messy pile of cards, slowly gathers them into a deck and starts playing solitaire. ]
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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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No. [ it's close to a whimper. he doesn't want to hear the story. what he's going through – it can't be compared with anything else. ]
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[ Immediate, willing to concede further comparative discussion. Combs a hand through Felipe's hair. ]
But I don't think wanting that makes you a bad person.
[ He's aware shame isn't a rational thing, but wants to make that clear. Honestly, he had his lovers calling each other 'brother' and 'sister' back home so he's kind of into the idea — and is very into Felipe all lost and humiliated like this. ]
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You don't understand. I miss her.
[ a confession. it's worse than lust and sex. any of the shit he thinks John has experience in. it's a pain that eats at him constantly. when Felipe finally pushes himself up, leaning on his elbow, and looks to John, he's visibly tired. lonely. a mess. ]
Can I [ he sounds unexpectedly docile. ] suck you off? [ looks to him like he's waiting for a permission. or a blessing. either way, give him something to do so he doesn't have to dwell on this any longer. ]
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Yeah.
[ He's deflated a little, but he can see Felipe grasping for that same relief from thought. ]
If that's what you want, 'course.
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some of the cards remain crushed under John, forgotten and meaningless. he ignores them. concentrates on John's cock instead. shuts his eyes as he carefully takes him in his mouth.
at first it's slow. just obediently working to stir him back up and then, once he's fully stiff again, Felipe forces himself to take in more, deeper, little by little. does it until he feels like he's going to choke and his throat stings. the saddest little blowjob. ]
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Well, it is when you have meat magic. John makes a show of it, groaning and running his hands through Felipe's hair, begging for fingers in his ass to replace how empty he feels without his dick, moaning his name.
(When Felipe is throating his cock John's hand in his hair turns into a fist and he pulls him down just a little more to choke him, a deeply petty vengeance.)
Then once his dick is straining again he just flicks his own switches, so to speak, encourages minor vascular processes to begin major brain chemistry explosions and topples over the edge, filling Felipe's mouth with salty spurts as he shakes and whines. Wow! Gold star! ]
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Felipe winces through the hair pulling and the choking, bears with it because it distracts him from what he just confessed, how he revealed the deepest parts of himself to this guy. practically played himself like some idiot.
there's some struggling when it comes to swallowing it down, but he manages. does a good job of cleaning him up too. all this while still not looking up at him. when they're finished, or more like through with it, he leans away, mechanically wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.
the wilk burning in his system is urging him to cuddle, to keep John warm and to ask him to stay, but he can't bring himself to do that, so he just sits back. brushes some hair off his face.
lets the awkward silence fill the room. ]
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He, at least, has plenty of experience at this bit, and absolutely never intended to stay. He kneewalks closer for a kiss first, tasting himself a little but otherwise fairly chaste. ]
That was fun, mate. I'll see you around.
[ Don't call me, I'll call you. This close he's aware of the pheromones too, but he's not letting himself fall back into that mindset, so he just gets off the bed and pulls on his trousers, picks up his shirt from somewhere, and goes to walk-of-shame back to his own bed. ]
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but John's as fast as last time and quickly out of the door. then it becomes easier to bear and he can breathe again.
Felipe looks at the messy pile of cards, slowly gathers them into a deck and starts playing solitaire. ]