[ 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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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. ]