As soon as full awareness of his senses prevails, Jack's contented half-smile stretches into a full grin against the pillow. He presses his hips into the warm-tight friction of Johnny's grip with a slow backward stretch of his body into Johnny's.
Groans, stretches, settles again closer. "Mhm. Morning, love."
The endearment, casual and sleepy as it is, still makes heat flare up in Johnny's blood, makes him rock a little harder against Jack's ass, makes him squeeze a little tighter on Jack's cock. They sigh in unison.
"But a good morning, is it?" he inquires pleasantly, punctuating the words with the rhythm of his hand, with the strokes of his tongue over the tendon in Jack's neck.
"Mmph," Jack answers huskily, and his arm comes back, gripping at Johnny's hip to hold him closer, closer. It's barely possible to get closer, but...
Johnny leans a little and Jack goes with the motion; they wind up with Jack not quite on his belly, Johnny not quite on top. He works his knee between Jack's thighs, presses more kisses to the back of Jack's neck.
"Good. Morning," he breathes again, because "goddammit, I have got to fuck you" isn't exactly pillow talk.
Jack pushes lightly against the comfortable weight, testing the fit of curves and limbs, of Johnny's thigh pressing against his balls and arse. Johnny's cock nestled there feels hard and ready and Jack squeezes Johnny's hip, curves his neck into the slight bite of Johnny's teeth into his shoulder.
"There's, uh. There's lube on the nightstand. And the-- fuck, Johnny."
Jack's hips jerk into his fist when Johnny squeezes Jack's cock and presses his thigh up firmly, shifting so his cock slides hotly against Jack's arse.
Jack moans loudly and Johnny's cock twitches, pressed between their bodies in a space growing more humid by the moment. Johnny wants to learn every sound Jack makes, wants to imprint them on his brain, what they mean, how to get them.
Johnny's a fan of trial and error, though, and they've presumably got all day, so he goes for a kiss behind the ear, which earns him a sigh; then a long slow stroke up Jack's cock, which produces a shaky, breathless sound. Another nip at Jack's shoulder on the downstroke gets a soft moan, so Johnny couples the next twisting stroke with a more firm bite to Jack's neck.
Jack makes an indescribable noise, deep in his throat, and they both shudder; Johnny lets go, and Jack whines softly, arches back up against Johnny's cock with an urgent grind.
"Shh, hey, big man. Just, um... getting the goods." Johnny props himself up on one elbow and flails blindly at the nightstand.
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Groans, stretches, settles again closer. "Mhm. Morning, love."
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"But a good morning, is it?" he inquires pleasantly, punctuating the words with the rhythm of his hand, with the strokes of his tongue over the tendon in Jack's neck.
"Mmph," Jack answers huskily, and his arm comes back, gripping at Johnny's hip to hold him closer, closer. It's barely possible to get closer, but...
Johnny leans a little and Jack goes with the motion; they wind up with Jack not quite on his belly, Johnny not quite on top. He works his knee between Jack's thighs, presses more kisses to the back of Jack's neck.
"Good. Morning," he breathes again, because "goddammit, I have got to fuck you" isn't exactly pillow talk.
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"There's, uh. There's lube on the nightstand. And the-- fuck, Johnny."
Jack's hips jerk into his fist when Johnny squeezes Jack's cock and presses his thigh up firmly, shifting so his cock slides hotly against Jack's arse.
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Johnny's a fan of trial and error, though, and they've presumably got all day, so he goes for a kiss behind the ear, which earns him a sigh; then a long slow stroke up Jack's cock, which produces a shaky, breathless sound. Another nip at Jack's shoulder on the downstroke gets a soft moan, so Johnny couples the next twisting stroke with a more firm bite to Jack's neck.
Jack makes an indescribable noise, deep in his throat, and they both shudder; Johnny lets go, and Jack whines softly, arches back up against Johnny's cock with an urgent grind.
"Shh, hey, big man. Just, um... getting the goods." Johnny props himself up on one elbow and flails blindly at the nightstand.
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