[There are still John’s trousers left, but he has other priorities at present. Namely: the man underneath him, and dragging other similar reactions out of him such as the one he had just received.
He wishes he had time and opportunity to step back and look at him, fully unclothed as he is. From what he knows already of Geralt’s naked body, he can only imagine that he would like what he sees. But there will be another time to allow himself to linger. Perhaps when they have a chance to meet again face-to-face, at that. For now, however…
John leans into the kiss, hungry for more. For the taste of Geralt’s lips against his own. For the next sound of pleasure he might draw from him and the way his eyes had closed just now, at his touch. For the heat of his arousal, firm and solid in his hand as Geralt presses his hips up into the touch.
John’s sword-calloused fingers wrap around him in return and offer a teasing, experimental stroke, up and down the length of him.]
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He wishes he had time and opportunity to step back and look at him, fully unclothed as he is. From what he knows already of Geralt’s naked body, he can only imagine that he would like what he sees. But there will be another time to allow himself to linger. Perhaps when they have a chance to meet again face-to-face, at that. For now, however…
John leans into the kiss, hungry for more. For the taste of Geralt’s lips against his own. For the next sound of pleasure he might draw from him and the way his eyes had closed just now, at his touch. For the heat of his arousal, firm and solid in his hand as Geralt presses his hips up into the touch.
John’s sword-calloused fingers wrap around him in return and offer a teasing, experimental stroke, up and down the length of him.]