[John can feel the tension building in the other man. Even as Geralt moves to reach for him, John’s focus is on Geralt himself. This may be the first time they have lain together, but this is by no means John’s first time with another man, and he can read the signs. That catch in his breath. The way his fingers tighten in his hair.
John leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of Geralt’s jaw, calloused fingers not easing in his attentions — until at last Geralt spends in his hand. Softly, gently almost. A release of tension that seems to flow through the whole of his body underneath John. He has been with men who were far more theatrical about this moment, but somehow John thinks this suits him fine.
Slowing his touch to a stop, he releases him, allowing himself to be pulled in for that kiss before Geralt releases him, hand on his chest pressing him far enough to meet his eye and the question there.
Yes, John thinks, somewhat dazedly, as he lets himself be pressed onto his back. God, yes. Please. He realizes he should have something more of his mind about him, but it’s difficult, given their present situation. Growing more impossibly so by the second.]
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John leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of Geralt’s jaw, calloused fingers not easing in his attentions — until at last Geralt spends in his hand. Softly, gently almost. A release of tension that seems to flow through the whole of his body underneath John. He has been with men who were far more theatrical about this moment, but somehow John thinks this suits him fine.
Slowing his touch to a stop, he releases him, allowing himself to be pulled in for that kiss before Geralt releases him, hand on his chest pressing him far enough to meet his eye and the question there.
Yes, John thinks, somewhat dazedly, as he lets himself be pressed onto his back. God, yes. Please. He realizes he should have something more of his mind about him, but it’s difficult, given their present situation. Growing more impossibly so by the second.]