[ maybe it's the painkillers making everything feel better. maybe it's whatever this moment between them is that's prompting all this. whatever the case, he leans in a little more — presses those lips a little harder against bobby's, then just goes and pushes the other mutant down against the bed, following after him as he does.
he's above bobby. lips still on his. hand pressed to the mattress as a means to keep his balance. hair falls in front of his scratched up face, a knee coming up between bobby's legs, parting them some. lolling his head to the other side of the other's neck, he starts to kiss his way down. slow and warm. fingers of a hand plucking at the front of bobby's shirt as he does. ]
[ With a soft thud, Bobby allows himself to fall back into the bed with John on top of him, their lips still pressed against each other's, dancing in a way only the two of them know how.
As soon as John's knee coaxes him to spread his legs, Bobby obliges, both of his hands now tangling themselves in John's mop of hair, fingers caressing his scalp as if to encourage him even further. There's a soft gasp that gets muffled in their kiss once John plucks the front of his shirt, knowing what this will entail for both of them.
Right now, he doesn't care, just wants John to continue. ]
[ he's still sore — still wears the cuts and marks across his skin with some liable to turn to bruises, but. for the moment, none of that matters. all that does is the way bobby reacts beneath his touch — beneath his wandering lips as he pushes the other's shirt up with the heel of his palm and presses warm, open-mouthed kisses down his chest and torso in his descent.
hair in front of his face, he looks up to the other mutant through brown strands. catches the look on his face. lips slow in their continuous descent while hands blindly work on the front of the other's pants. undoing them. slowly. ]
[ Bobby's breath catches in his throat the second John's lips come in contact with his chest and torso, mapping out plains of muscle and skin he didn't expect the mutant to do. Deft fingers continue to get lost in John's locks, as his name leaves his lips in a soft moan. Blue eyes glance down at what John's doing, effectively locking his gaze with the other's, while he waits for the inevitable.
It almost feels like everything's slowing down when those lips descend just above his navel, those hands working to undo his pants. Biting his bottom lip, he watches as John goes for his building desire, waiting patiently with bated breath. ]
[ it's fine. they've been here before albeit on a couch, but. they've done this. once. what's one more time between them? besides, he knows he's good at this.
bobby looks to him and john offers a faint smile there just below his navel. pants undone. tugged open. hand reaching in to pull down everything in the way and free that cock from the confines of his underwear. his hand is warm, as are fingers as they curl around the length of the other's cock. slowly, he pumps it — watches bobby as he does — and shifts a little between those legs. makes it easier for the both of them.
leaning up some, he teases the head of the other's cock with his mouth. lips just barely wrapped around it. before he's sliding his mouth down the length of him, taking him in slowly, 'til he's nearly all the way down... then pulls off and does it again. not as slow. not as teasing. but more with a steady desire of a pace. ]
[ The small smile John gives him while he's just below his navel earns a soft smile from Bobby, too, just a brief tender moment that's quickly replaced by him moaning as soon as his hard cock hits the cold air. Good thing for John's warm hand, though, because he instinctively bucks his hips into it, just a little, not enough to actually be intrusive.
Once John begins pumping, Bobby bites his bottom lip to keep a moan from slipping, but it's unsuccessful. He throws his head back, then, and lets delicious sounds escape his parted lips.
These sounds are replaced, though, by a sharp gasp when John teases the head of his cock with his lips even with the faintest of touches. He stares back at what the other mutant is doing and just seeing him there again with his pulsing length in his mouth is a sight he never could've imagined happening once more.
Bobby almost thought he'd go slow, what with the initial breach, but of course he's proven wrong when John decides on a pace. Fingers still in the other's hair begin massaging his scalp to egg him on as Bobby watches John begin to suck him off again. ]
[ on one hand... maybe they shouldn't be doing this here. in storm's place where she could potentially come back at any time, but. on the other hand... it's not as if he's ever given a shit about where he's sucked a cock before and he's not about to start now, so. not a major concern for him presently.
the sounds he makes are soft and lewd, like before. fingers stroking what he doesn't have in his mouth in beat with the way he bobs his head there between the other mutant's legs. a steady and deep pace. making sure he takes as much of the other's cock as he can every time he slides his mouth down him. greedy for it, like before.
he flicks his gaze up. catches the way bobby looks to him there — feels the way he holds to him with fingers in his hair. it's enough. it's more than enough to encourage him to keep going. to keep sucking him off as if he's missed having this cock in his mouth and needs to show him just how much. pulling back after a moment, saliva drips from wet lips, spilling across the head of bobby's dick and john pumps him furiously before he's dragging his tongue over him, lapping up the mess from his lips. sucking and kissing along the entire length of him down. then he's back in his mouth, dirty little hum on his lips as he sucks him harder now. wet little sounds spilling from him as he does. as he works his mouth on him over and over and over again. lost in the way it feels to have him in his mouth again. ]
[ At this point, any concern that Ororo might suddenly walk in on them has fled Bobby’s brain. It’s only filled with pleasure and the image of John sucking his dick like his life depends on it. For now, Bobby intends to indulge as he throws caution to the wind, which is something he doesn’t normally do. But here he is, in Ororo’s residence getting sucked off by John. To be fair, he really doesn’t think Ororo nor Erik, for that matter, will be back soon. They have time.
Because Bobby, right now, wants to savor each moment, each second he can see John lapping, kissing, and sucking his hard cock. It’s an image he’ll forever commit to memory, an image he’ll probably think of fondly when he showers.
It takes everything in Bobby not to buck his hips into that expert mouth, as it delivers so much pleasure that his toes curl. If John continues like this, with this much fervor, he doesn’t think he’d last any longer. He eyes his busted lip, that black eye, and for a brief moment, he wants all of them to disappear because he likes to see John in all his glory, wants to take away all the pain if he could.
For now, Bobby moans his name like a prayer as blue eyes never leave the spectacle before him. Slowly feeling the telltale signs of his incoming release, he groans, low and husky. ]
[ he doesn't want bobby to last any longer. he wants him to unravel there in his mouth, feeding him thick ropes of cum until he's unable to hold it all in. milk him with both fingers and mouth until there's nothing left for him to give. it's what he wants — what he needs from the other mutant right now and it's why he doesn't stop the wicked pace he currently has with his mouth on his cock.
a quick pull back, he licks his way over bobby's dick — purposefully sucks on just the tip while fingers furiously stroke him. his mouth drops open, resting the head of that cock against his tongue and he stares to bobby through a few fallen strands of hair as he coaxes him with his fingers alone, showing him with his cock there on his tongue what he wants from him. what he needs from him right here on this bed.
but then he's taking him in again. cheeks hollowed. wet sounds loud and lewd as saliva drips from the corners of his mouth as he works him. he knows bobby can barely stand it — knows the other mutant wants to shoot his load hot in the back of his throat and john encourages him to with every bob of his head. every slutty little sound he makes. every stroke of those warm fingers against the length of him he takes into his mouth over and over again. he needs this as much as he knows bobby needs this. ]
[ He does need it and Bobby knows this much, knows this with the way his blue eyes watch intently how John works him to completion, knows this with how loud and alluring the sounds he's making are. He knows and Bobby latches on to this knowledge as he climbs higher and higher to his release.
As he holds John's gaze when the other mutant stares at him hungrily, his cock against the flat of his tongue while his fingers stroke him, Bobby lets him know through their meeting of eyes just how much he needs this. He licks his lips, the image of John hungrily sucking his cock for the second time forever imprinted in his mind.
For a moment, he stares and then John picks up his pace again and he groans, thick and needy, as he throws his head back in rapture. His Adam's apple bobs as he lets out more moans, teetering over the edge of his orgasm. It doesn't take long, doesn't take a few more seconds, before Bobby cries out John's name as he releases, thick ropes of his seed shooting out of his cock in succession. He watches how John will take it, wants to see how the other mutant will drink his cum once again, his hands pulling a little at his hair. ]
[ when bobby finally gives him his load, john takes it eagerly. swallowing as much down as he can at first, then pulling back, lips wrapped around the tip, and opens his mouth to let the remainder of mess fall on his tongue. he shows it off. lets bobby see the dollop of cum there on his tongue. then swallows it. filthily. that mischievous little hum on his lips as he does before he's sucking over the head of his cock again. cleaning him up. making sure he's gotten it all.
after a moment, he pulls back. hand pressed to the mattress, keeping him up some. flicking strands of hair out of his face, he stares to bobby there. quiet. then softly chuckles some as he brings his other hand up and brushes the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip; shiny. ]
[ There's a unique sort of arousal when John did what he did with his cum, making his cock twitch in the other mutant's hold. The way he also swallows it doesn't help his lust either as blue eyes stare in awe at what John just did. He can't explain it, and probably will have no name for it right now, but to know it's John drinking his seed and not letting even a single drop go to waste fills him with a hunger he can't fathom.
When he pulls back, Bobby just lets himself lay there for a bit, elbows also supporting him, his spent cock resting against his thigh, his chest heaving up and down. He gazes at John, a smile curling up his lips while he does, as the other gives his compliment. ]
Good to know.
[ Still with a smile on his face, Bobby begins to tuck himself back in and dress up. ]
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he's above bobby. lips still on his. hand pressed to the mattress as a means to keep his balance. hair falls in front of his scratched up face, a knee coming up between bobby's legs, parting them some. lolling his head to the other side of the other's neck, he starts to kiss his way down. slow and warm. fingers of a hand plucking at the front of bobby's shirt as he does. ]
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As soon as John's knee coaxes him to spread his legs, Bobby obliges, both of his hands now tangling themselves in John's mop of hair, fingers caressing his scalp as if to encourage him even further. There's a soft gasp that gets muffled in their kiss once John plucks the front of his shirt, knowing what this will entail for both of them.
Right now, he doesn't care, just wants John to continue. ]
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hair in front of his face, he looks up to the other mutant through brown strands. catches the look on his face. lips slow in their continuous descent while hands blindly work on the front of the other's pants. undoing them. slowly. ]
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It almost feels like everything's slowing down when those lips descend just above his navel, those hands working to undo his pants. Biting his bottom lip, he watches as John goes for his building desire, waiting patiently with bated breath. ]
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bobby looks to him and john offers a faint smile there just below his navel. pants undone. tugged open. hand reaching in to pull down everything in the way and free that cock from the confines of his underwear. his hand is warm, as are fingers as they curl around the length of the other's cock. slowly, he pumps it — watches bobby as he does — and shifts a little between those legs. makes it easier for the both of them.
leaning up some, he teases the head of the other's cock with his mouth. lips just barely wrapped around it. before he's sliding his mouth down the length of him, taking him in slowly, 'til he's nearly all the way down... then pulls off and does it again. not as slow. not as teasing. but more with a steady desire of a pace. ]
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Once John begins pumping, Bobby bites his bottom lip to keep a moan from slipping, but it's unsuccessful. He throws his head back, then, and lets delicious sounds escape his parted lips.
These sounds are replaced, though, by a sharp gasp when John teases the head of his cock with his lips even with the faintest of touches. He stares back at what the other mutant is doing and just seeing him there again with his pulsing length in his mouth is a sight he never could've imagined happening once more.
Bobby almost thought he'd go slow, what with the initial breach, but of course he's proven wrong when John decides on a pace. Fingers still in the other's hair begin massaging his scalp to egg him on as Bobby watches John begin to suck him off again. ]
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the sounds he makes are soft and lewd, like before. fingers stroking what he doesn't have in his mouth in beat with the way he bobs his head there between the other mutant's legs. a steady and deep pace. making sure he takes as much of the other's cock as he can every time he slides his mouth down him. greedy for it, like before.
he flicks his gaze up. catches the way bobby looks to him there — feels the way he holds to him with fingers in his hair. it's enough. it's more than enough to encourage him to keep going. to keep sucking him off as if he's missed having this cock in his mouth and needs to show him just how much. pulling back after a moment, saliva drips from wet lips, spilling across the head of bobby's dick and john pumps him furiously before he's dragging his tongue over him, lapping up the mess from his lips. sucking and kissing along the entire length of him down. then he's back in his mouth, dirty little hum on his lips as he sucks him harder now. wet little sounds spilling from him as he does. as he works his mouth on him over and over and over again. lost in the way it feels to have him in his mouth again. ]
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Because Bobby, right now, wants to savor each moment, each second he can see John lapping, kissing, and sucking his hard cock. It’s an image he’ll forever commit to memory, an image he’ll probably think of fondly when he showers.
It takes everything in Bobby not to buck his hips into that expert mouth, as it delivers so much pleasure that his toes curl. If John continues like this, with this much fervor, he doesn’t think he’d last any longer. He eyes his busted lip, that black eye, and for a brief moment, he wants all of them to disappear because he likes to see John in all his glory, wants to take away all the pain if he could.
For now, Bobby moans his name like a prayer as blue eyes never leave the spectacle before him. Slowly feeling the telltale signs of his incoming release, he groans, low and husky. ]
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a quick pull back, he licks his way over bobby's dick — purposefully sucks on just the tip while fingers furiously stroke him. his mouth drops open, resting the head of that cock against his tongue and he stares to bobby through a few fallen strands of hair as he coaxes him with his fingers alone, showing him with his cock there on his tongue what he wants from him. what he needs from him right here on this bed.
but then he's taking him in again. cheeks hollowed. wet sounds loud and lewd as saliva drips from the corners of his mouth as he works him. he knows bobby can barely stand it — knows the other mutant wants to shoot his load hot in the back of his throat and john encourages him to with every bob of his head. every slutty little sound he makes. every stroke of those warm fingers against the length of him he takes into his mouth over and over again. he needs this as much as he knows bobby needs this. ]
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As he holds John's gaze when the other mutant stares at him hungrily, his cock against the flat of his tongue while his fingers stroke him, Bobby lets him know through their meeting of eyes just how much he needs this. He licks his lips, the image of John hungrily sucking his cock for the second time forever imprinted in his mind.
For a moment, he stares and then John picks up his pace again and he groans, thick and needy, as he throws his head back in rapture. His Adam's apple bobs as he lets out more moans, teetering over the edge of his orgasm. It doesn't take long, doesn't take a few more seconds, before Bobby cries out John's name as he releases, thick ropes of his seed shooting out of his cock in succession. He watches how John will take it, wants to see how the other mutant will drink his cum once again, his hands pulling a little at his hair. ]
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after a moment, he pulls back. hand pressed to the mattress, keeping him up some. flicking strands of hair out of his face, he stares to bobby there. quiet. then softly chuckles some as he brings his other hand up and brushes the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip; shiny. ]
Still taste good.
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When he pulls back, Bobby just lets himself lay there for a bit, elbows also supporting him, his spent cock resting against his thigh, his chest heaving up and down. He gazes at John, a smile curling up his lips while he does, as the other gives his compliment. ]
Good to know.
[ Still with a smile on his face, Bobby begins to tuck himself back in and dress up. ]