The guidance didn’t bother Simon in the least. No, despite his inexperience, he wanted John to enjoy their encounter, too. Suggesting they go slow helped Simon focus on something other than the burning desire infecting his thoughts. Want, want, want. Such glorious, gluttonous want. Every inch of him, every fiber burned for this stranger now beneath him. But the cadence of John’s voice drew Simon a little further out of himself, it gave him something outside of his own lust to focus on.
Go slow.
Alright, he could do that.
Drawing in a deep breath, Simon flicked his eyes up to meet the other’s and nodded subtly. Then his lids lowered once more, he trailed his tongue languidly over John’s collar bone, mouthing back along the bone to the hollow where the two met. Ah, God, but his skin tasted good. Like sweat and a vague astringent… lingering cologne maybe? Yes, Simon inhaled and could smell what remained, clinging to John’s body in spite of hours passing.
He tasted like freedom. This tasted like freedom.
Simon continued his exploration, pressing hot, wet kisses down the center of John’s chest. Along his sternum, then off to one side in search of… There. His tongue made one sweeping lap against a nipple, then circled around it once, twice, and again. Idly, Simon wondered if John’s were sensitive like his. Then again, wasn’t all of Simon so wildly sensitive?
Closing his lips around that tender nub, Simon ran a hand along John’s side, down to his hip, then back up again. He shifted to lean his weight on one arm, freeing that wandering hand to rest against John’s chest, fingers toying absently at the neglected twin.
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Go slow.
Alright, he could do that.
Drawing in a deep breath, Simon flicked his eyes up to meet the other’s and nodded subtly. Then his lids lowered once more, he trailed his tongue languidly over John’s collar bone, mouthing back along the bone to the hollow where the two met. Ah, God, but his skin tasted good. Like sweat and a vague astringent… lingering cologne maybe? Yes, Simon inhaled and could smell what remained, clinging to John’s body in spite of hours passing.
He tasted like freedom. This tasted like freedom.
Simon continued his exploration, pressing hot, wet kisses down the center of John’s chest. Along his sternum, then off to one side in search of… There. His tongue made one sweeping lap against a nipple, then circled around it once, twice, and again. Idly, Simon wondered if John’s were sensitive like his. Then again, wasn’t all of Simon so wildly sensitive?
Closing his lips around that tender nub, Simon ran a hand along John’s side, down to his hip, then back up again. He shifted to lean his weight on one arm, freeing that wandering hand to rest against John’s chest, fingers toying absently at the neglected twin.