Cure for Restlessness - Stildyne and John - NWS

[whatdoesithurt]

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"Across the hall." John smirked up at him, still wriggling lower, tugging gently against Stildyne's grip. "231. You want to go inside?" He was teasing, enjoying himself, "not in the mood for the hall, are you?"

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[stildyne]

"I'm old, Hart. I need a bed to be bent across, or at least a hot shower after if there's to be gymnastics involved. I don't see either of those out here." But Stildyne smirked and trailed fingers through Hart's dark hair. "Unless you're set on traumatizing the good residents."

[whatdoesithurt]

"Well I wasn't thinking we'd finish out here." John was eye level with his belt now and there was some more nuzzling, hot breath across cloth, "but since you're so old..." he started to rise again.

[stildyne]

"Hold that thought. Take me indoors." Stildyne's hand drifted to his shoulder, taking a fistful of shirt to drag him up and kiss-level.

"Impertinent reprobate," he growled, and kissed the aforesaid reprobate soundly.

[whatdoesithurt]

John whimpered happily, bending under the kiss, but pushing back eagerly. "If you really wanted me obedient," he said against his mouth, "I could do that." He pulled away and tugged on Stildyne's hand, leading him toward his room, "but I don't think you want me to."