“Mornin’,” I said, voice coarse from sleep. A shudder rippled through me, and I spread my thighs to allow John-Francis to lay between them. He didn’t respond outside of a low hum before sucking my cock between his lips, already stiff in anticipation.
A ragged moan escaped me, and I lifted my hips up eagerly. John-Francis had long since figured me out and when he began stroking his hands up and down my thighs, intermittently teasing my balls, I tensed up.
I was hot, skin clammy, and I pushed the sheets off, exposing John-Francis beneath them. As we made eye contact, I groaned, reaching down to stroke my hand through his hair. It was getting longer on top, and I loved the way he brushed it back when it fell into his eyes.
It wasn’t long until I was panting and rocking my hips up into John-Francis in a silent bid for more. Both of us knew what I needed, but when John-Francis continued to tease me, I realised he wasn’t planning on giving it to me. Not unless I asked him.
“Jaysus, that’s too good,” I gasped. “Feck me?”
John-Francis kept his mouth on me, unresponsive outside of the wicked glint that was in his eye. Fuck, he wasn’t going to make this easy, was he?
“Or at least put y’feckin’ fingers in, like,” I murmured, rolling my hips. “I’m feckin’ dyin’ here.”
Still nothing. John-Francis continued on undeterred and just when I thought I was going to lose my mind, my head fell back against the bed with a moan.
“Please?” I rasped.
I almost laughed when John-Francis eased away, clambering back up my body until he was leaning over me. He was sporting that shit-eating grin that set my pulse racing.
“See, manners cost nothin’, aye?”
“C’mere, y’feckin’ prick,” I laughed breathlessly, yanking him down into a kiss, glad when he didn’t fight me. It seemed inconceivable that there had once been a time that John-Francis had resisted this part of our relationship. He kissed me hungrily, like he’d never get enough of it, and it drove me crazy.
My hands found his cock, stroking his length and enjoying the low, rumbling moan that earnt me.
“Y’want it too, like?” I muttered between kisses. “Y’gonna stick it in me?”
John-Francis’s hand found my throat, holding me still as he delved his tongue into my mouth.
“Depends, now,” he replied, voice gravelly with desire. “Y’gonna ask me nicely?”
“God, y’feckin’ wind me up,” I laughed.
“Mm, that doesn’t sound like somethin’ a good boy’d say, eh?”
Fuck, he wasn’t going to let up on this. I should have been irritated by it, embarrassed to be called a ‘good boy’ like some sort of wee pet, and perhaps I would be once this was all over, but in the heat of the moment? It was hot as fuck.
“Please?” I sighed into his mouth, a shiver ripping through me when I felt his lips curve into a sinful smile.
Still attached at the mouth, John-Francis released his hold on my neck and reached over, fumbling around blindly as he hunted down the bottle of lube that was still amongst the sheets from the last time we’d used it. We’d be needing stocks in the stuff the rate we were going.
With lube in hand, John-Francis peeled me away, slicking up his length before reaching between my legs to massage my hole with the remainder of the lube. Even that small touch had my cock pulsing and I snatched my lip between my teeth. I’d always enjoyed anal, but with John-Francis I was fucking wild for it.
When John-Francis settled himself between my legs, pressing his cock against my ring, I opened up to him, relaxing and preparing for him entering me. He pushed ahead, both of us moaning as his cock slid steadily inside. John-Francis eased his weight down into his elbows, bringing our bodies together. I eagerly wrapped my legs over his and my arms around his neck, dragging him down until we were completely entwined.
Things started slow – John-Francis barely moving as we kissed passionately, but soon both of us grew too impatient. Our pace remained steady, almost lazy, and with each deep thrust of John-Francis inside me, I felt my pleasure building. It was intense, completely natural, and dare I say it,romantic.
We were sweating, our bodies wet and sticky where we pressed against one another, as John-Francis drove his cock into me with greater and greater enthusiasm. We didn’t speak outside of low moans and the occasional string of profanities.
I needed more. It felt great, but it wasn’t going to get me over the line and when I attempted to get my hand between our bodies, John-Francis backed off to sit on his haunches. I watched him grab the lube and squirt a small amount into his hand before slathering it over my cock. Even just that simple touch had me jerking up off the bed with a groan.
“That’s good, aye?” John-Francis asked, pumping his hand up and down vigorously. My pleasure skyrocketed and combined with the steady, deep thrusts I felt myself coming undone.
“F-feck,” I spluttered, head falling back against the bed. “God, feck, that’s gonna make me come.”
“Go on,” John-Francis all but purred. “Show me. Y’gonna shoot f’me?”
It was too much to handle and when I tensed up, sucking in a breath, he knew he had me on the ropes. John-Francis’s hand flew up and down my cock with determination and I gritted my teeth, screwing my eyes shut as my climax exploded. It was a lot, and I flinched as I felt my own cum splash against my chest, some even reaching my jaw and cheek.
