[There, the shirt's off. Back on track, John. He smoothes his hands from the waistband of Petre's pants up to his shoulders, curls them around the back of his neck, and pulls him in for another kiss. The first was only a taunt, after all, when Petre didn't even know who he was. John's been admiring this mouth since he first saw it on Harry and he wants a proper feel of it - on his own mouth for now, anyway.]
[Laughing it is. Look, John, he's laughing now. At least up until their mouths are smashing together and he's moaning into the kiss (what? He didn't say stay completely silent) and rolling his hips up against his body. This is better, and his hands are, once again, wasting no time in getting any barriers out of the way, be they physical or mental. The other man's pants are next.]
[John can definitely kiss, and he's fierce and hungry with his teeth and tongue, biting at Petre's full lips between kisses with no attempt to be teasing. That sinuous movement of Petre's body gets a moan in response, his own hands gripping even more tightly on the back of Petre's neck as he waits for his pants to be removed before making the same move - best to avoid a tangle of arms and hands.]
[It's mostly an exchange of sloppy kisses and loud breaths now, fabric rustling as busy hands get things out of the way and Petre leads them to where the bed lies, falling down on his back with legs parted to get John locked between them. He slides further into the bed, teeth bared in a playful smirk, ready to see where this goes - if John will take the lead out of need or reveal himself a bit too helpless to not have some kind of direction.]
My shit's over there, by the way.
[Things and stuff they could need. On the bedside table. This include handcuffs and toys. Sorry John.]
[God, he looks good all spread out like that, pulling John closer as if into a web. He's just about to climb onto the bed, on top of Petre, when the offhand comment leads him to glance at said bedside table and -
- whoa.]
That's - a lotta shit. [Things he wouldn't begin to know how to use. Things he's not quite sure how to relate to sex at all. How much is Petre expecting from him, anyway? And how did he manage to arrange his first hook-up with someone so insanely beyond his knowledge level?]
Got any - preferences? [Sweet jesus, where does he start?]
[The grin is wide and entertained, almost condescending, when Petre laughs lightly and pulls John in for one more kiss. Either easing him into the idea that something is expected from him or to shut him up entirely.]
[Ugh, this gets worse and worse. He wants to send a lick of flame right up and over Petre's laughing face to shut him up, but there's still sex to be had here. He's just gotta step up, as annoying as it is to be beneath someone in anything.]
Right. For now.
[For now he's actually ignoring both, because skipping right to fucking is a rookie move he knows. Instead, he gets back to crawling up the bed and up Petre's body, but he's dropping kisses and not terribly gentle bites all the way. His teeth graze against Petre's ribs, lips suck tight around a nipple, and his hand finds Petre's cock to give it a couple of light, preliminary strokes as he makes it to Petre's neck and licks all the way to his ear.
[Oh. Oh. Boy's got some moves after all. Seeing where this was headed was telling him to just let the kid get some mercy and fuck him right away, but the alternative is proving to be much better. Who knew being proved wrong could feel so right.
He rolls his head to the side, arches his body up into John's mouth and his fingers dig into his hair. It's with a startled little moan that he laughs, lightly, this time pleasantly surprised rather than mocking, and nudges John by his hair to come in for a proper kiss on the lips. With tongue. It's an obscene kiss while he parts his legs a little wider and grinds into his strokes. Ew.]
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[There, the shirt's off. Back on track, John. He smoothes his hands from the waistband of Petre's pants up to his shoulders, curls them around the back of his neck, and pulls him in for another kiss. The first was only a taunt, after all, when Petre didn't even know who he was. John's been admiring this mouth since he first saw it on Harry and he wants a proper feel of it - on his own mouth for now, anyway.]
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My shit's over there, by the way.
[Things and stuff they could need. On the bedside table. This include handcuffs and toys. Sorry John.]
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- whoa.]
That's - a lotta shit. [Things he wouldn't begin to know how to use. Things he's not quite sure how to relate to sex at all. How much is Petre expecting from him, anyway? And how did he manage to arrange his first hook-up with someone so insanely beyond his knowledge level?]
Got any - preferences? [Sweet jesus, where does he start?]
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Lube and condoms. For now.
[We'll see how the day goes.]
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Right. For now.
[For now he's actually ignoring both, because skipping right to fucking is a rookie move he knows. Instead, he gets back to crawling up the bed and up Petre's body, but he's dropping kisses and not terribly gentle bites all the way. His teeth graze against Petre's ribs, lips suck tight around a nipple, and his hand finds Petre's cock to give it a couple of light, preliminary strokes as he makes it to Petre's neck and licks all the way to his ear.
See, he can do this.]
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He rolls his head to the side, arches his body up into John's mouth and his fingers dig into his hair. It's with a startled little moan that he laughs, lightly, this time pleasantly surprised rather than mocking, and nudges John by his hair to come in for a proper kiss on the lips. With tongue. It's an obscene kiss while he parts his legs a little wider and grinds into his strokes. Ew.]