John looks at the flowers curiously, taking them from me with hesitation. "Flowers?"

“Yes. There is a person I once knew that sells flowers on Park. I went and bought you the flowers … to be a good lover," I grin at him proudly.

He blushes a bit as walks into the kitchen to put the plants into a vase. Then when he comes back over to me, I continue, "And I needed to tell you something, but that can wait. How about we get dinner? I know this place on—"

"How about I make something instead?” he speaks over me, biting down on his lip and dragging a finger seductively down my chest.

I subconsciously lick my lips and swallow. "Y-yeah, or we could do that."

We haven't done it in a while due to the recent family events. So, when he suggests something a little more sensual than dinner, I am unable to deny him what he wants, and what he wants is me. Lucky for him, I want him just as much. God, I always want him. My beautiful John...

Suddenly, he reaches up and grabs my collar, yanking me down into a forceful kiss. I push one of my hands into his soft hair and pull a bit, making John moan between his now heavy breaths. I grab John's waist and push him against the wall roughly, and he groans deliciously. He moves his hands to my biceps and grabs them every time he pulls me in to kiss him again. It's almost like a massage, and it’s so good.

I move my right leg in between his and push up slightly, and I relish in the reaction I get.

"T-Thoma—ahah," his breath hitches, and he grabs onto my hair with all of his grip. Then he pushes my lips into his neck.

I start kissing and occasionally nibbling on his ivory skin, leaving a trail of territorial marks on his ivory skin. I can feel John grinding down on my leg, desperately trying to get off, so I lean into ear and whisper, “Bedroom?”

He just gives me a pleading whimper in response, which I take as a ‘yes’.

I pull on his thighs, and he understands, jumping up slightly so that I can pull his legs up around my waist. I glide my hands down to his butt and squeeze it slightly through his cotton trousers as I bring him through the house, moving quickly but carefully. After all, I am still holding a fully grown... No, that’s not correct. He’s what? Eighteen? Nineteen at the most. Yeah, he’s somewhere around there.

And how old am I? Twenty-two, I’m twenty-two. Ah, time passes too quickly. I guess I’m not really the same age as him. Fuck. Oh, well.

Anyway, I walk through the hallways and into the bedroom, my lips never leaving his all the while. After I kick the bedroom door closed behind us, I toss him down on the bed and crawl over him. His hands immediately find their way to my shoulder blades, and he skims his fingertips down my back to the waistband of my pants, sending chills throughout my entire body. As he slowly pulls my pants down, I connect our lips again and start undoing his shirt. He throws my slacks off the side of the bed just as I start pushing the sides of his button-down to his shoulders.

We sit up and separate for just for a moment so that I can take his shirt off, and then as soon as John pulls his arms out of the sleeves and I toss it out of the way, he grabs my head in his hands and kisses me harder. I place my palms on the skin of his bare chest, brushing my fingertips over his nipples, and he moans against my lips. I slide my hands down to his hips and jerk him into me.

Suddenly, John grabs my left hip and flips us around so that he's on top. He undoes his pants and flings them to the floor while I unbutton my shirt. I don’t bother to take it off all the way before I grab his neck and pull myself up to kiss him. He reaches down between us and grabs my dick in his hand. He starts pumping it, but I reach down and stop him.

"Which side do you want?" I pant, still holding onto his wrist.

"Fuck me,” he groans.

"Then ride me like St. George on a fucking dragon.”

I let go of his arm, and he brings it up to his mouth. He spits on his hand before lathering my dick with it. Then, John aligns me at his entrance and slowly lowers himself onto me, struggling to push me into his warm insides. I let out a groan and tighten my grip on his hips, but I’m careful not to rush and pull him down.

He finally sits himself down completely on my lap and waits a minute before raising himself up and sitting back down again. He lets out a bit of a pained whimper that just makes my heart melt entirely.

"It's okay, love. It'll feel better in a bit,” I promise him, rubbing my thumbs in circles over his skin.

"You think I don't know that?" he asks sarcastically through his ragged breath as he continues to make small movements with his hips. Somehow, even in moments like these, he's still a sarcastic little fuck.

I love him so much.

I chuckle lowly before picking him up and pulling him back down on top of me fast. He bites his lip to keep from screaming, but a bit of noise still gets out. The look on his face turns me on immensely more. He’s biting his lip and looking to the ceiling with glassy eyes, almost as if he was praying.

I do it again and again and again until he seems to start going on his own, using his hands to brace himself on my chest. John is open-mouthed and panting, and saliva drips from his mouth, down his chin, and onto my skin. It turns me on way more than it should. Sweat is forming in beads at his forehead, and where I have my hands on his hips is also heavy in perspiration. His dick slaps against my stomach every time he comes down on me, and the sight does very little to contribute to my efforts of not cumming yet. 

Because I could. Right now. John just has that effect on me.

"Tom. Oh, God, Tom. Please, Tom, harder,” he begs me shamelessly, and how I love it when he does that. I can’t ever resist his pleas.

I flip us over and pull his legs over my shoulders hastily. Immediately I start pounding into him, which makes him dig his nails into my back and scrape at my skin through my now sweat-drenched shirt. He reaches up to wrap his arms around my neck and pulls himself up so that we meet chest to chest, warming our already overheated bodies.

I cherish the small grunts and other lovely noises that he exerts each time I thrust into him. They’re each like music to my ears, and I’d do anything to hear more. So, I do a quick maneuver and change my angle, causing him to scream out. Following his vocal outburst, he buries his head into my neck and bites down to prevent himself from making any more sounds. I thrust into the spot again, this time harder, and he loses the ability to hold himself up. But as he falls back against the bed again, I lean down to meet him, pressing our chests together again to keep the intimate contact.

John moves my shirt farther over my shoulder and connects his lips onto my skin. I feel his teeth sink into my flesh, no doubt leaving a bright red circle of irregular indentations behind, and considering the amount of pressure he’s biting into me with, his canines are probably drawing blood as I speak. But even through his clamped mouth, John is not shy in letting me know he's enjoying this.

I keep hitting that one spot until I know I'm about to cum, and I’m certain that he definitely knows it too as my thrusts have grown quick and sloppy. Then, as if he’s trying to make this harder on me, I feel him slide one of his hands down my back and over my ass, dipping the tip of his index into my hole before taking it out again.

"Stop teasing me," I whine between breathless inhales.

He sinks his teeth deeper into my shoulder before shoving his middle and index finger in and curling them. I am instantly sent over the edge from pleasure and slam into John once last time, filling him completely with warm semen. I shudder and let my head fall beside his, apologizing profusely into his ear because I know he hasn’t released yet.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he reassures me, rubbing his hand over my back.

I pull out and look up at him then down at his pre-cum coated erection, licking my lips as a warning for what I’m about to do, but to my surprise, John pushes me away before I can take him into my mouth. He sits up and pulls himself into my ear, his lips brushing my cartilage. “I want to see you touch yourself.”

I nod and shiver, half from his words and half from the cool washes of air hitting my soaked-through shirt. Then, I crawl off of him and sit down on the bed across from him. I look at him hesitantly before taking my own index and middle into my mouth and coating them with saliva. I move into a kneeling position at the same time I see John reach for his dick.

Oh, I see how this is going to be. I didn't know he had a side like this honestly.

I position my hand behind myself and slowly push my fingers in, groaning from the pressure. At the sight, John begins stroking himself, and it turns me on again, making me semi-hard.

I begin to become more rapid with the movement of my fingers messaging the inside of my ass. Then, I wrap my other hand around my cock, jacking off in time with rubbing my prostate. The real pleasure though is the pleasure I derive from the way John’s admiring me—the feeling of his stare raking my body and humiliating me. It makes me feel like some desperate slut, frantically fingering myself and getting off to him masturbating.

Aye, yeah, I’ll be a desperate slut for John. That doesn’t sound all too bad.

It doesn’t take long before John lets out a restrained moan and releases into his hand. His expression of pure bliss makes sure that I follow shortly after, causing me to cum a second time. I let his name fall past my lips as I curl my fingers in my ass and ejaculate all over my stomach and bed. Then, I feel my high drop rapidly into post-climax exhaustion almost immediately after my orgasm subsides, and I can barely drag myself beside him before I collapse into the sheets.

I reach out and pull John into me, whispering a soft ‘I love you’ into the top of his head, and he mumbles something incoherent in return, presumably echoing my previous statement.