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[ he laughs again but he does at least -- as requested -- get on with it; he parts his mouth, readily sinking down until the tip of John's cock hits the back of his tongue, swallowing thickly around him ]

Jesus—

[doesn't, well, more can't hold back an immediate snap of his hips as he digs his heels into the ground, makes an aborted motion with his hand to touch Whisky's head again before letting it hit the ground again. the sounds that is strangled in his throat may be reactive or intentional, hard to tell]

[ Whisky is not actually terribly practiced at blowjobs and he chokes some when John's hips snap up -- does not seem deterred or less enthusiastic for though, breathing fast through his nostrils for a second before grabbing John's thighs to brace himself on them. he doesn't make to move quite yet, just swallows around him again, tongue pushing up against the underside of his shaft. ]

S-Shit, hah, sorry.

[takes the hint and simply spreading his thighs open for Whisky, cautiously petting his hair as a sympathetic gesture before beginning to scratch against his scalp again and even reaching down to his neck. with the excitement, John's shirt is rucking up, revealing parts of a long, continuous scar]

[ he can't really reply but there's an "mm" muffled around his cock, at least. he doesn't sound too affronted, his grip relaxing against him head shifting with the touch to his hair and neck.

he can see the scar and it interests him but the angle doesn't afford him a proper view; he raises his head, sucking at the tip of him before lowering, bobbing his head ]

[o-okay, John is starting to get comfortable with this rhythm, massaging the back of Whisky's neck while tilting his head, idly fascinated by how it must look, especially from a distance]

[ he's starting to get more comfortable with this himself -- his bobs had started shallow but now they pick up, moving himself from the top and sinking down until the tip of John's cock rests against the back of his tongue again; when he does so he swallows to adjust, stopping the threat of a gag reflex kicking in again.

he's largely keeping his head down as far as the view goes but John can probably see his eyes slide shut for a second, the saliva wetting his lips and some dripping out of the corner of his mouth ]

[can't bring himself to vocalize any encouragement, though Whisky is doing a great job if John's panting and hitched breath is anything to go by. his cock is pulsing, thrumming in the sensations]

I'm— I'm going to touch you.

[slowly shifting a foot between Whisky's thighs to get the idea across]

[ well, he's not going to disapprove of that either. there's another low "mm", vibrations around John's cock, and he momentarily pauses his movements to squirm towards that foot; he's not fully hard but there's definitely progress there, a bulge through his pants against John's foot, fingertips curling into John's thighs ]

[stretching his foot further, applying unsteady but firm pressure to Whisky's groin and letting out a chuckle that ends in a moan at the other man enjoying himself with this little]

[ he exhales roughly through his nostrils, brows furrowing some as he lets his weight rest against that pressure and rolls his hips just slightly; he doesn't let himself get distracted for long though, dropping his head back down and swallowing like he's trying to get him into his throat, abruptly, testing at his own limits ]

[having the pressure, being closer, helps, so John tries to find a rhythm while roughly fucking Whisky with his foot that matches the motions of his mouth. small tremble passing through him, because it suddenly became much, much better as Whisky pushes himself]

[ in the position he's in just by consequence he has to moved his head slightly every time he rocks down against John's foot, making adjusting a bit difficult but he still manages, swallowing repeatedly around him as he manages to get him into his throat -- his brows are still furrowed with pleasure and concentration both, breath fast and uneven, throat squeezing down around him ]

[already started to leak but loosing the pace of the hand on Whisky's neck as John just fists into the man's hair, not holding him in place but needs to do something as he gets closer]

W-Whisky.

[ that's a nice sound - - is the brief thought he has before he somehow processes in the back of his mind he probably doesn't want to risk come in his airways. he pulls back, so John's cock is still in his mouth but just a few inches of it, sucking hard as John gets closer. ]

[having the barest presence of mind not to grind his foot down too hard, curling around Whisky as his stomach muscles ripple and then he comes, short and fitfully, but with a deep groan, jaw clenched up]

[ appreciated. he's not moving his hips at the moment, too concentrated on the task at hand, fingertips digging into John again as he swallows thickly around him through the orgasm, not moving back just yet, letting him ride that out first ]

[wow, truly a giving lover . . . !! finally, taking a shaky breath in and blinking as he looks down at Whisky, petting his head as a signal that it's okay to move. there is a smile that is at once nervous and oddly pleased cracking across John's face, a little weird]

Oh, mm.

[ he does pull back when John pets his head - - finally taking the chance to breathe and fully catch his breath, ragged, lick his lips clean of excess saliva and whatever come he didn't swallow

he'd be more focused now on getting off himself except he's distracted by spotting the look on John's face and giving him an open stare. he's just not used to John smiling whatsoever!! ]

[a beat, then immediately turning his head and fixing his pants]

Stop that.

[ a slow grin slides onto his face and he shifts, moving to straddle his legs. ]

You seem satisfied.

[instinctively putting a hand under Whisky's thigh, holding him, but still raising an eyebrow at the situation. face fixed back to neutral]

Yes. Well, you were — Good.

[ he exhales, voice still sounding a little raw, angling his hips a bit downward to drag his clothed erection against John's leg. ]

Just good?

No frame of reference.

[said lightly, teasing? and he leans forward to catch Whisky under his chin, nipping, as he palms Whisky's crotch]

Should I - - work on that?

[ he murmurs, still sound self satisfied, even as he groans and pushes into John's hand, achingly hard at this point. he brings his own hands up to John's shoulders for more leverage, tipping his head for his mouth indulgently, unrushed. ]

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