[John’s eyes fall shut for a moment as their foreheads touch, as he lingers in the sensation of his hair, now loose about his shoulders. He doesn’t often wear it down, not even when he’s sleeping. Certainly not around others, but here and now.
But does not mind so much that Geralt has freed it from its ribbon. Does not mind the way that Geralt has trapped him against his body, the scrape of his teeth against John’s ear in return, the barely contained restraint. In fact, he rather enjoys all of the above. The way he is coming apart at the seams and the knowledge that he is the one to make it happen. That Geralt is allowing it this way.
Idly, John thinks that he would like to explore in further detail what really gets under Geralt’s skin and drives him wild, but he’d like to think they might repeat this experience another time. For now…
John does take pity on him, enough to establish a solid rhythm of his hand. Rolling his hips forward once against Geralt’s thigh as his own control begins to fray. He is only human, after all.]
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But does not mind so much that Geralt has freed it from its ribbon. Does not mind the way that Geralt has trapped him against his body, the scrape of his teeth against John’s ear in return, the barely contained restraint. In fact, he rather enjoys all of the above. The way he is coming apart at the seams and the knowledge that he is the one to make it happen. That Geralt is allowing it this way.
Idly, John thinks that he would like to explore in further detail what really gets under Geralt’s skin and drives him wild, but he’d like to think they might repeat this experience another time. For now…
John does take pity on him, enough to establish a solid rhythm of his hand. Rolling his hips forward once against Geralt’s thigh as his own control begins to fray. He is only human, after all.]