He's pounding into John with abandon, now, the wall shaking as he gets the angle he wanted and makes sure not to hit anywhere other than that. This wasn't the moment to make things linger. This wasn't the time for him to take John apart slowly and relish in every gasp and cry. This was passion and heat and he needed to hear John come like he's never had to hear anything in his life. "That's it, Goody," he growls, the name coming easily, even though it's not John's. But then again, he's not Billy and he's not protesting that, either. It almost as a feeling of roleplaying in it, he thinks somewhere in the back of his head. Makes him feel a bit less like he's a doctor fucking his patient in a gay club's bathroom.
And more like he's this man's long-lost lover, finding him, finally, after hundreds of years apart.
He feels that. He feels the burn of that act inside of him, enough that it chokes him as he holds John's hips and strokes along his legs as he plunges in and out, moaning with abandon as he fucks the man raw. It feels like coming home. Like he's learning a body he knew as well as he'd known his own, all over again. Like he can't get enough, can never get enough, because he finally has his love, again. And he's not going to let him go, this time.
"Jesus," he growls, starting to curse in Korean as the people outside either cheer them on or tell them to finish up. The fear that one of them is going to yank them out is there, unreasonable, but still there. He holds John tighter and helps his body move with the thrusts.
"Feels....so good," he hisses through clenched teeth. "Always feel good. Nae salang." The whole stall seems to be moving with them as he plunges deeper, faster. His own short shouts joining John's. "Let me hear you. You know I love it." His lips find John's, hard and sloppy. "C'mon. Talk, Goody. I finally have you. I need to hear you..."
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Date: 2017-01-30 04:45 am (UTC)And more like he's this man's long-lost lover, finding him, finally, after hundreds of years apart.
He feels that. He feels the burn of that act inside of him, enough that it chokes him as he holds John's hips and strokes along his legs as he plunges in and out, moaning with abandon as he fucks the man raw. It feels like coming home. Like he's learning a body he knew as well as he'd known his own, all over again. Like he can't get enough, can never get enough, because he finally has his love, again. And he's not going to let him go, this time.
"Jesus," he growls, starting to curse in Korean as the people outside either cheer them on or tell them to finish up. The fear that one of them is going to yank them out is there, unreasonable, but still there. He holds John tighter and helps his body move with the thrusts.
"Feels....so good," he hisses through clenched teeth. "Always feel good. Nae salang." The whole stall seems to be moving with them as he plunges deeper, faster. His own short shouts joining John's. "Let me hear you. You know I love it." His lips find John's, hard and sloppy. "C'mon. Talk, Goody. I finally have you. I need to hear you..."