John was just as aware of the energy around them, like a living thing, heavy and pulsing, and growing more and more difficult to resist with every passing second spent in the other man's company. Not much longer, now. John topped up Lucien's glass and his own, and took a few large sips. For courage? Perhaps. Mostly his mouth felt very dry all of a sudden, and the wine certainly didn't do anything to help with that. But it gave him something to do as he watched Lucien.
This might be his first time being genuinely interested in a man, but he was pretty certain it wasn't supposed to be this... intense, this fast. He wanted to make Lucien laugh as much as he wanted to make him moan in pleasure, and that... that was far beyond sex already, wasn't it? Christ. Trust John to throw himself into something with all that he was. After one hook-up in a bathroom stall. Bloody hell.
Slowly, he placed his glass back on the table before he turned to Lucien, holding the other man's eyes with his own. "Come here." His voice was soft, quiet, but the command in it was undeniable.
Something jumped in Lucien's chest at the quiet and quite unexpected words. Nothing outwardly notable, no spluttering of wine or raising of eyebrows; he could congratulate himself on keeping a calm exterior. His heart beat that little bit quicker, though, pulse thrumming as the build up of anticipation started to find it's peak. Eyes on John, he took a last sip of wine and placed the glass carefully on the table. In moments like this he always had this odd feeling, a voice in his head that would wonder: What if he knocked over the glass and broke it? Self sabotaging urges, or fear of screwing up through his own actions, he was never sure which, but if nothing else, his job needed him to be cool and in control of the correct actions, so he was well practiced at shutting those ridiculous thoughts down.
He looked John over as he shifted, mostly his face and chest, though his glance went as far as his crotch as well. He turned his body towards John and debated how literally to take the command, how far was too far, too fast? Fuck it. Half standing, he swung his leg over John's lap, pivoting, and lowered himself down again. Knees resting on the seat cushions, Lucien shuffled until he was safe and comfortable on the other man's lap. His hands rested on John's hips, and Lucien bowed his head to look up at John through his dark eyelashes, the amusement in his expression warring with the mock coyness that he wouldn't be able to keep up for long. "Like this?"
Well, this was very nice, indeed. Unexpected, and far too much blood rushing down south far too suddenly, but still, very nice. Though Lucien was still little more than a stranger, John had the distinct feeling this man could take him by surprise even after a much longer period of knowing him. Lucien simply had that air about him, that delightful joie de vivre, a lightness to him that tugged at the corners of John's mouth, resist as he might. And oh, he was ever so aware of the temporary nature of that coyness. It was... different, yet again, having a man sitting on his lap, but there was something strangely comfortable about the weight, pinning him down on the sofa.
"Bit heavy," he deadpanned, though his eyes were bright with mirth. Wandering hands found their way to Lucien's arse, fingertips brushing teasingly before he palmed the flesh with a little more intent. John had no ideas about who was going to get fucked tonight, but still, a man could touch... "Might want to skip dessert." Ah, he was teasing horribly now, but Lucien would know it was all in good fun, and really, John hadn't felt this comfortable with someone in a long time. Not often you came across someone you could have a laugh and a mind-blowing shag with. He decidedly chose to ignore the fact that Lucien would return to Leeds in less than a week. He was going to enjoy this, to the fullest. Leaning in, his fingers gripped Lucien's arse a little tighter, pushing their groins together as he caught the other man's lips in a kiss. It was a slow kiss, agonizingly slow, but John wanted to do this properly; this was not a bathroom stall in a bar somewhere. This was his home. There was no rush, and he wanted to take the time to explore Lucien, all over again, all night long.
Lips parted a little, eyes lighting up with his amusement as he fake-gasped and pretended to be offended by such a suggestion. "Damn... And I was looking forward to getting my dessert, so very much..." He shook his head minutely, corners of his mouth curling up into a cheeky smile. "Hmm... Every. Single. Mouthful." His dark gaze was fixed on John's pale eyes, and he rolled his hips, grinding slowly against him as he bit out each word. He was already swallowing down soft noises, just from the tension and hunger in the air, from John's strong hands kneading his arse; doctor's hands, dextrous hands, hands that were more than used to handling a dangerous weapon. Oh yes. Lucien couldn't wait for those hands to explore his body a little more.
The kiss that John captured his mouth in was the kind that felt like breathing. Natural and easy, the rhythm between them falling into place like they'd done it many more times than on that one evening. There was a pleasant lightheadedness that came with it and it was easy to just sink into the action and switch off to everything else. It was all about John now, feeling him under him and against him, every movement and piece of heated friction absorbing into Lucien's senses. God, he wanted to just surround himself in John, to just become a natural part of him. What was this thing he was doing to him? The flesh of John's bottom lip caught between Lucien's teeth a moment; he didn't pull, but bit, briefly a little harder than he might dare with others, then let go to watch the colour rush back to that pale cushion of flesh, blushing a little more rosily than before. "Fuck. That's beautiful." Lucien groaned before returning to the slow kiss again, while his heart fluttered and tried to squeeze between his ribs.
It all felt so... So good. Every sense heightened, chemicals firing off messages of pleasure throughout his body. He felt detachedly aware of the creak of the seat as he shifted, the fine rustle of cotton as he pulled his hands up John's shirt and traced the shape of his chest underneath. His tongue traced the other man's lips as his index finger traced the smooth, curved edge of a button, before he started to work the buttons loose on John's shirt. He wanted to touch him, to feel his heated skin under his palms.
Very little could be more satisfying than hearing sounds of pleasure coming from a lover, knowing you were playing a part in that. And John very much felt like a part in this, like he was weaving a cocoon of warmth and intimacy and the slow burn of lust and desire around them, together with Lucien. Very much together with him. While John had absolutely zero experience with men - well, a little more experience as of last week - he still considered himself to be a good lover. But one could only be as good as the one one was with, and with Lucien, John could so easily see them soaring to greatness. He should probably feel like a sod for even thinking that way, but it was hard to feel even remotely amused about it, when simply kissing the man felt so good, so natural, so easy. It felt... like more. A lot more.
Lucien's teeth sinking into his bottom lip drew a quiet groan from John, the brief sting only adding to the slow and sensual sweetness their kiss had been so far. He slipped his own hands under Lucien's shirt when the man began to work on his buttons, eagerly seeking out bare skin himself. "You're not so bad yourself," he quipped, smiling a moment against Lucien's lips before capturing his lips again, deepening the kiss with a sudden burning hunger. "Don't have to be careful with me," he whispered when he came up for breath. "Just be you. That's all I want, is you." Reaching up a hand, he trailed his thumb across Lucien's bottom lip, cradling his cheek and catching his eyes before he ran his hand through Lucien's hair.
Pressing his cheek to the soothing warmth of John's palm, Lucien inhaled deeply. Lips parting, he sucked in the air through his mouth as well as his nose. He could taste him. The spicy cologne he'd put on not so long ago sitting over the mild soap scent, more deeply ingrained in his skin, a hint of chemicals and sterilizing alcohols that Lucien was more than familiar with, an own-brand shampoo that was trying to be fruity but came off as sweet, and then deeper down, all those natural scents that people try so hard to cover up. The slight tang of salt and the contrasting, complimenting, exotic male musk, other scents too, unique to John and to this situation, pheromones, and the unmistakeable rich smell of sex. It all smelt so delicious and he closed his eyes for a moment, moaning as he let them soak into him.
"I wasn't planning on being careful," he pushed open John's shirt, his gaze falling over the doctor's bared skin. He'd been thinking about it all week, imagining how John would look naked as he'd laid back on his friend's sofabed and touched himself. He wasn't disappointed, John was neither out of shape nor ridiculously toned, perfectly human in a way that so many people failed to achieve. Smiling, he leaned in to kiss down John's neck, moving his lips against his skin as he spoke. "Just tell me if something's not alright." Down to the curve of his neck, easing his shirt from his shoulders. "Tell me if you want something too and I'm not giving it to you..." He licked the dip between his clavicle as he striped the shirt from him.
Lucien hadn't been the only to let his imagination run free this past week; it was as if a switch had been flipped, that night at the bar, and John's body had gone back in time by at least ten years. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been this sexually excited, positively randy, even, which was both mortifying and thrilling, embarrassing and amusing. One shift at the clinic, he had come alarmingly close to locking the door and having a quick wank during lunchtime, thoughts of Lucien having plagued him all morning. He had resisted until he came home, and even then it had to wait until bedtime; John simply could not do it knowing Sherlock wasn't entirely immersed in his violin playing or nighttime kitchen adventures. But oh, it had been good, so good, much better than a quickie at the clinic would have been. John had dragged it out, something he also had not done in a while, properly enjoying it, slow touches, building it up, all the while thinking of Lucien's eyes, his mouth, his hands... his cock...
"This-- this is good," he sighed out with pleasure, briefly taking a moment to shrug off his shirt before he tugged on Lucien's, quickly disposing of that as well. He wanted to look, and he wanted to touch. Reaching behind Lucien, John's clever fingers began to find and trace the muscles of his shoulders, before slowly moving forward to his chest, smoothing over and rubbing into the muscles of his pectoral, nails catching lightly, purposefully, on occasion. Rather than trying to forget the differences that existed between Lucien and John's earlier partners, John sought them out, making sure he knew this was a man he was dealing with. And Lucien certainly was that. "Look at you," John murmured, hands framing Lucien's for a moment so he could look into the other's eyes. "Just..." What? John had no idea. He felt momentarily overwhelmed, but not in a bad way. Not in a way that made him want this any less. He was standing on the edge, and he was ready to fall. Bloody well jump, in fact. Leaning in, he captured Lucien's lips in another kiss, more heated this time, as his hands wandered down, tugging at the waistband of Lucien's trousers. "Off," he growled softly, hips rolling up, pressing their groins together again. "Too many layers..."
The rough little scratches of John's blunt nails on his flesh, the soft brushes and more definite touches, not quite groping, but yes, purposeful and intending to feel him. When was the last time he'd really been touched, properly touched? Not just a hurried squeeze here and a necessary stroke there, an almost polite prerequisite to fucking and nothing more. This was so different, he felt like he was being studied, his body explored, every part of his form being paid attention to. It made him feel important, appreciated. Not just an object to help another man get off, but part of the whole. Lucien wasn't innocent in this; he'd had plenty of quick fumbles, and as giving as he could be, they were just bodies and the pleasure that he could give and take were abstract, just interaction, cause and effect. In general, he preferred that. His life was complicated and it was easier not to give the impression that this could be something more to his partners. But with John... There were thoughts playing in his mind that scared him a little if he focused on them, and at least he had the safety net, the knowledge that Leeds was so far from London. It didn't feel that safe, though, and he pushed the thought away, focusing back on John's mouth on his and the points of heat on his waist where the other man held him.
Fuck, there was something so commanding in John's voice, a control that didn't surprise Lucien, knowing more of the man's background. It seemed to compliment himself in a way that he'd never encountered before; he neither felt dominated by John, nor like he needed to exert his own experience over him. They just worked together in his balance that shifted but never tipped. Maybe Lucien had just sought out the most cliched extremes in partners before, he'd never even thought that someone like this could exist. Sliding from John's lap, Lucien toed off his shoes, then pulled off his socks with a smirk: If he was going to stand in a near-stranger's living room naked, he was going to do it without the comical effect of still being in his socks. First impressions. Then a tease; standing in front of John, crotch at eye level as he slowly unfastened his trousers and peeled them over his hips and down. When he straightened again he was just in his underwear, sadly not his best as he hadn't expected John to call him and invite him over, but the dark blue pants could have been a lot worse, and the straining length that they barely hid made up for a lot, in his opinion. "These as well?" He pulled on the elastic waistband and raised an eyebrow.
John was in no hurry... That was to say, his fingers were itching to reach out and touch the other man, to explore every inch of skin with his hands and mouth, leaving marks in his wake, not as any sign of ownership of possession, but as small tokens of reverence. Because Lucien's body was worth worshiping. And so John did just that, sitting back more comfortably in the sofa and allowing his eyes to roam over Lucien's almost fully exposed body, head to toe and back up again. He wondered, not for the first time, if he would feel this way, had he been presented with another man. And, again, not for the first time, he had the strange sensation that it would be horribly uncomfortable, for both parties. No, there was something special about Lucien, just as there had been that evening at the bar. John felt somehow drawn to the other man, against logic, against all reason, everything he'd ever known about himself, and every sexual experience he'd ever had.
"No," he murmured, voice low and a little rough around the edges already. "Leave them on." If anyone was going to remove those pants, it would be him. It had to be him. If he wanted this as much as his body told him he did, his mind would have to follow. Moving to sit on the edge of the sofa, John reached out with one hand, trailing fingers down Lucien's stomach and thigh, cleverly avoiding the area that was very obviously straining for attention and his touch. Soon enough. That same hand moved back, fingertips just barely slipping under the fabric, brushing against the soft skin of Lucien's arse. He knew Lucien was going to fuck him that night, and God, John wanted him to... but for the first time, John wondered what it would be like if their roles were reversed. What it would be like if he fucked Lucien. The thought alone made something short-circuit in John's mind for a moment, and he made a soft sound, followed by a quick intake of breath. Dangerous line of thought, that there. Best to stay in the present. For now.
John's other hand joined the first one, slipping under the fabric until both of his hands were gripping Lucien's arse cheeks. John probably looked almost comically focused, frowning deeply as he stared at Lucien's crotch. It was easier this way, somehow, with the other man's cock still covered by cloth. Easier, and still so very intimidating. After another moment of gathering courage, John leaned forward and gave a slow, experimental lick, flattening his tongue against the outline of Lucien's obvious arousal through the blue fabric, as his hands tightened on the other man's arse cheeks.
His skin ticked under John's touch, little flickers, shivers as he responded to the tickling trail that his caresses left behind. Lucien looked down in fascination at the path that John's fingers took, the feeling and the view lining up and confirming that this amazing man was exploring him freely. He nodded at John's request, not at all worried that he was starting to freak out and didn't want to go any further. He clearly wasn't, and that gave Lucien a warm, confident feeling. They were going in John's own time and Lucien was more than happy to give him it. He had all the time in the world right now, and he wanted more of this, more of John's attention so acutely focused on him while he returned the fascination back.
Somehow, the doctor managed to take him by surprise. He really hadn't expected the undulating pressure of John's tongue against his length, even while it was still covered. It was heavy, promising more once his flesh was exposed. He could feel the hot gusts of breath filtering through the cotton. For a moment, his eyes shut and he moaned. His whole crotch seemed to throb, the image of John's ruddy lips so close to his arousal burnt behind his eyelids. At the very least, he knew that his cock twitched at the knowledge. He couldn't take his eyes off John for long though, and he opened his eyes again to gaze down at him. Raising his hands, he carded his fingers through his sandy hair, stroking and encouraging him.
Even through the layer of cotton, John could feel that twitch against his tongue, and it briefly made him smile. This wasn't so bad. Not bad at all. He could take his time like this, work his way up and gather more courage while teasing Lucien at the same time. For the longest time, John's mouth worked at the cotton-clad length, wetting the fabric with his tongue and lips, until he eventually felt bold enough to suck at the head of Lucien's cock through the fabric. He had no idea what it would feel like, having never had this done to himself. But from the fingers in his hair and the little sounds and breathing heard from above, John could only assume he was doing something right.
He sat back for a moment, back of his hand drawn across his spit-wet lips as he admired his work. The outline of Lucien's arousal was almost obscenely obvious like this, the fabric where John's mouth had been darker around the length. He glanced up at the other man as he (finally) peeled off his pants, slowly, dragging them down his legs and freeing his prick from its wet confines. He looked back down, and sucked in a breath. Being on eye-level with Lucien's very aroused cock was certainly a lot different than having held it in his hand in that bathroom stall. It seemed... well, bigger, and though John was distantly aware that he was on the edge of freaking himself out, his heart was also racing in his chest, and his own cock was hard and straining almost painfully in his trousers. He could do this. How difficult could it be? There was determination in John's eyes and the set of his jaw as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around Lucien's length (warm and hard and soft), leaning forward to press a kiss against the head before his tongue came out, circling it, tasting, daring.
It had to be said, for someone that was a near novice at handling another man in a sexual setting, John was continually impressing him. Not just because he was facing every step with confidence, or maybe bravery, but because John was performing more than admirably. Lucien couldn't begin to judge how much experience the other man had with members of the opposite sex, and he didn't want to start to think about that in too much detail, but he was certain at the very least he'd paid attention. He doubted that John had taken his partners for granted and just let them pleasure him, he'd taken note of what felt good and how the other person had achieved it. He must have done, for this kind of assured attention that he now paid Lucien. Either that, or it was a natural talent that had up until that point been completely neglected. He had enough sense not to tell John that he was a cock-sucking natural though, at least for now.
He breathed deeply, chest rising and falling with gasps and sighs, encouraging noises that showed John how much he was enjoying everything he was doing to him. The warmth of his breath soaked through the cotton of his underwear in a pleasant way that would be relaxing if it wasn't for the probing tongue and the mouthing at his length that was pushing him further into this spiral of pleasure, building higher and twisting tighter inside of him. He almost whimpered as John pulled his pants down. "...Fuck." It was almost too much and Lucien's breath caught as he stared down at John, in turn staring at his swollen cock, and all he could think over and over was oh god, please, fuck yes, please... as he waited, anticipated with aching need, for his clever mouth to touch him again.
And then it was, and Lucien moaned loudly, his hands tugging lightly on John's hair. He tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to focus on the wet track of his tongue over the sensitive head. He couldn't look back down, not right away. If he did he would see John and just the thought, the knowledge that it was him doing this to him was enough to send thrilling sparks through his body. "Fuck. You're driving me wild..." He loosened his grip on John's locks and stroked his fingers through his short hair, cradling his fingers at the back of his skull and resisting all urges to buck his hips or push John forwards. "I can't believe you've never done this before."
John couldn't help the feeling of pleasure and pride that coursed through him at Lucien's words. The knowledge that he was doing this to the other man, drawing out these sounds, these words of praise, was an incredibly heady and powerful sensation. He wanted Lucien to feel good, wanted the other man to know that they were in this together, that John was just as capable of pleasuring the other man. Many of these things were new to him, but he was not a blushing virgin by any standards, and he considered himself to be a very giving lover. It was never going to be a situation in which John would allow Lucien to take complete control as he himself fumbled about. Certainly, there would be moments in which John would have no idea what to do, but that was only to be expected. The least he could do was make sure to enjoy this. And he was most definitely doing that.
"Maybe you're just easy," John teased, smile tugging on the corner of his mouth as he briefly drew back to look up at Lucien. Mm, lovely sight, that. He was going to want to explore every inch of that body. For now, though... Returning his attentions to the shaft in his hand, John leaned in and wrapped his lips around the head of Lucien's cock, tongue pressing up against the underside. The doctor part of his brain was screaming (condom! CONDOM!), but John silenced it straight away. Risky, yes, downright stupid, but now was hardly a time for sensible thought. John had trusted Lucien from the moment they'd met, and though that was hardly anything to go on, he somehow knew Lucien wouldn't do anything to - purposefully, actually - hurt him. God, what on earth was wrong with him, putting so much faith into the hands of a near stranger? A stranger, whose cock was slipping further and further into his mouth. John couldn't help it - a part of his mind sent out thoughts of gratitude and admiration for all the women who had ever done this to him, and done it well, because this was not easy. It might seem fairly straightforward, but John was shocked and amazed how much went into this to get it just right. He knew, almost certainly, that he was messing it up somehow, that there would be too much or too little pressure, too much or too little suction, that the pacing was all off, and God, remembering to breathe through his nose and keep his teeth covered at all times was a demanding job in and off itself. He was taking his time, though, refusing to back down and be beaten. He could do this. He just had to remember what worked on him, and listen to Lucien's reactions, and either adjust or keep doing what he was doing. So focused he was on all this, he barely even time or mental capacity to reflect on how Lucien tasted and felt in his mouth.
Eventually, he drew back to catch his breath, watching the spit-slick length as he stroked it, licking his lips. It didn't taste... bad, not exactly. Just... different. Knowing it was the direct result of John pleasuring Lucien helped; it added a dimension of intense satisfaction. He did that. And he could do more. Leaning back in again, John swallowed down most of Lucien's cock this time, hand at the base, and began to suck him off in earnest, head bobbing and hand stroking. He didn't dare push himself too far, though, and run the risk of aggravating his gag-reflex; for now, this would have to do. He only hoped it was enough, and didn't disappoint too much.
Easy? Lucien huffed out an amused sound. Maybe he was easy. His brother would be massively amused if he'd heard that and it would have been worked into weeks worth of teasing, and he still would have enough material left to bring up at unexpected times for the fun of trying to sting his big brother. So there was that: Eli wasn't here. Not that Lucien particularly wanted him around in any situation where a blowjob was involved. And he should stop thinking about his brother now. Or maybe that was the wrong move and Lucien should start throwing his parents into the mix as well, because whether Lucien was easy or not, John was fucking brilliant at this and holy-NGH!-Lucien wasn't going to last very long if he didn't tear himself away soon.
That was easier said than done though, every time Lucien looked down at the other man, the image of him sucking his cock was just too captivating and he wanted to keep on looking until he... well, burst... Carefully, he rolled his hips, meeting John as he bobbed his head. Nothing too frenzied or deep, he didn't want to choke him, and though his hands continued to stroke through John's hair, he didn't put any pressure or force into it. He just wanted to feel a little control and involvement, to have some say over the slick slide of his length over those warm, cushioned lips.
"John..." He murmured the name, head tilting to the side as he watched those rosy lips stretched around his shaft, the doctor's fist meeting them occasionally as he stroked him steadily. He caressed John's temple, trailing his fingers down his cheek with a fond feeling settling inside his chest that he wasn't going to stop and question right now. He cupped the side of his jaw and rubbed his thumb over the corner of his mouth, his own cock skimming past the pad as John continued to blow him. "... John... If you keep going... Hmm... I want to last longer..."
A warm feeling washed over John at the sound of Lucien's voice; it wasn't so much the words, as lovely and satisfying as they were, but the way Lucien said his name. It was... Well, it was something, alright, and made the most pleasant feeling unfurl inside his stomach and chest. Any other time, that might have raised some questions, make some alarm bells go off, but as it was, John was far too absorbed in his task, the sound and feel of Lucien all around him. If he kept going, Lucien was going to come. Knowing he had brought Lucien to such a point felt like such an achievement, and for a moment, John was sorely tempted to double his efforts and ensure just that... But then that would be that, and this night was meant for something else entirely.
Reluctantly, John drew back with a last lingering swirl of his tongue around the glistening glans, before he looked up at Lucien. What a sight he must make (he had no idea); dark and intent eyes with a hint of amusement, dilated pupils, a flush on his cheeks, bruised lips shining wet with spit and pre-cum, a corner of his mouth turned up wryly... Frankly, he looked damnably smug for someone who had only just tried their hand (so to speak) at their first blowjob. But then Lucien instilled that feeling in him, confidence and boldness, being able to relax and just enjoy himself without fear of judgement.
"Yeah, alright," he murmured, and startled a little at the sound of his very hoarse voice. From one moment to the next, he realized he was still completely dressed, save for his shirt. And that just wouldn't do. He leaned forward and quickly got rid of his shoes and socks before standing, hands working at his belt and the buttons of his trousers, holding Lucien's eyes the entire time. "Bedroom?" His voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the desire in his eyes.
It took him a moment to catch on that John was finishing undressing himself. To be honest, Lucien was a little dazed and lost in the fluttering sensation he felt deep inside at the frankly wanton look on John's face. God though, he'd looked so perfect as he turned his gaze up to him; the perfectly turned out man that had answered the door to him just a few hours ago mussed up, positively glowing, and still eager for more. Lucien had stared at the shine on the soft curve of his lips and drawn his tongue across his own, momentarily dumbstruck and forgetting that he could do more than imagine the taste smeared across them; he could kiss them and see for himself. But then by the time the thought had filtered through to his brain, John had looked away and begun to undress.
Slightly guilty that he wasn't taking a more active role in getting John out of his clothes, Lucien touched and stroked John whenever he came into range. He ran his fingertips down his neck and biceps, his palm over his chest. He could feel the shift and roll of his muscles under his hands as he moved in efficient gestures. John knew what he wanted, Lucien too, but fuck, he moaned at the pleasant tightening low down in his stomach as John voiced his need - their need - in a simple word. Stepping closer, Lucien dipped his hand into the loosened waistband of John's trousers, over his hip and down his thigh, teasingly close... so close his fingers brushed over the fabric covered head of his cock... but too light, too fleeting. "Fuck, yes." He pressed a hungry kiss to his mouth before stepping away so that John could lead the way.
This might be his first time being genuinely interested in a man, but he was pretty certain it wasn't supposed to be this... intense, this fast. He wanted to make Lucien laugh as much as he wanted to make him moan in pleasure, and that... that was far beyond sex already, wasn't it? Christ. Trust John to throw himself into something with all that he was. After one hook-up in a bathroom stall. Bloody hell.
Slowly, he placed his glass back on the table before he turned to Lucien, holding the other man's eyes with his own. "Come here." His voice was soft, quiet, but the command in it was undeniable.
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He looked John over as he shifted, mostly his face and chest, though his glance went as far as his crotch as well. He turned his body towards John and debated how literally to take the command, how far was too far, too fast? Fuck it. Half standing, he swung his leg over John's lap, pivoting, and lowered himself down again. Knees resting on the seat cushions, Lucien shuffled until he was safe and comfortable on the other man's lap. His hands rested on John's hips, and Lucien bowed his head to look up at John through his dark eyelashes, the amusement in his expression warring with the mock coyness that he wouldn't be able to keep up for long. "Like this?"
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"Bit heavy," he deadpanned, though his eyes were bright with mirth. Wandering hands found their way to Lucien's arse, fingertips brushing teasingly before he palmed the flesh with a little more intent. John had no ideas about who was going to get fucked tonight, but still, a man could touch... "Might want to skip dessert." Ah, he was teasing horribly now, but Lucien would know it was all in good fun, and really, John hadn't felt this comfortable with someone in a long time. Not often you came across someone you could have a laugh and a mind-blowing shag with. He decidedly chose to ignore the fact that Lucien would return to Leeds in less than a week. He was going to enjoy this, to the fullest. Leaning in, his fingers gripped Lucien's arse a little tighter, pushing their groins together as he caught the other man's lips in a kiss. It was a slow kiss, agonizingly slow, but John wanted to do this properly; this was not a bathroom stall in a bar somewhere. This was his home. There was no rush, and he wanted to take the time to explore Lucien, all over again, all night long.
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The kiss that John captured his mouth in was the kind that felt like breathing. Natural and easy, the rhythm between them falling into place like they'd done it many more times than on that one evening. There was a pleasant lightheadedness that came with it and it was easy to just sink into the action and switch off to everything else. It was all about John now, feeling him under him and against him, every movement and piece of heated friction absorbing into Lucien's senses. God, he wanted to just surround himself in John, to just become a natural part of him. What was this thing he was doing to him? The flesh of John's bottom lip caught between Lucien's teeth a moment; he didn't pull, but bit, briefly a little harder than he might dare with others, then let go to watch the colour rush back to that pale cushion of flesh, blushing a little more rosily than before. "Fuck. That's beautiful." Lucien groaned before returning to the slow kiss again, while his heart fluttered and tried to squeeze between his ribs.
It all felt so... So good. Every sense heightened, chemicals firing off messages of pleasure throughout his body. He felt detachedly aware of the creak of the seat as he shifted, the fine rustle of cotton as he pulled his hands up John's shirt and traced the shape of his chest underneath. His tongue traced the other man's lips as his index finger traced the smooth, curved edge of a button, before he started to work the buttons loose on John's shirt. He wanted to touch him, to feel his heated skin under his palms.
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Lucien's teeth sinking into his bottom lip drew a quiet groan from John, the brief sting only adding to the slow and sensual sweetness their kiss had been so far. He slipped his own hands under Lucien's shirt when the man began to work on his buttons, eagerly seeking out bare skin himself. "You're not so bad yourself," he quipped, smiling a moment against Lucien's lips before capturing his lips again, deepening the kiss with a sudden burning hunger. "Don't have to be careful with me," he whispered when he came up for breath. "Just be you. That's all I want, is you." Reaching up a hand, he trailed his thumb across Lucien's bottom lip, cradling his cheek and catching his eyes before he ran his hand through Lucien's hair.
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"I wasn't planning on being careful," he pushed open John's shirt, his gaze falling over the doctor's bared skin. He'd been thinking about it all week, imagining how John would look naked as he'd laid back on his friend's sofabed and touched himself. He wasn't disappointed, John was neither out of shape nor ridiculously toned, perfectly human in a way that so many people failed to achieve. Smiling, he leaned in to kiss down John's neck, moving his lips against his skin as he spoke. "Just tell me if something's not alright." Down to the curve of his neck, easing his shirt from his shoulders. "Tell me if you want something too and I'm not giving it to you..." He licked the dip between his clavicle as he striped the shirt from him.
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"This-- this is good," he sighed out with pleasure, briefly taking a moment to shrug off his shirt before he tugged on Lucien's, quickly disposing of that as well. He wanted to look, and he wanted to touch. Reaching behind Lucien, John's clever fingers began to find and trace the muscles of his shoulders, before slowly moving forward to his chest, smoothing over and rubbing into the muscles of his pectoral, nails catching lightly, purposefully, on occasion. Rather than trying to forget the differences that existed between Lucien and John's earlier partners, John sought them out, making sure he knew this was a man he was dealing with. And Lucien certainly was that. "Look at you," John murmured, hands framing Lucien's for a moment so he could look into the other's eyes. "Just..." What? John had no idea. He felt momentarily overwhelmed, but not in a bad way. Not in a way that made him want this any less. He was standing on the edge, and he was ready to fall. Bloody well jump, in fact. Leaning in, he captured Lucien's lips in another kiss, more heated this time, as his hands wandered down, tugging at the waistband of Lucien's trousers. "Off," he growled softly, hips rolling up, pressing their groins together again. "Too many layers..."
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Fuck, there was something so commanding in John's voice, a control that didn't surprise Lucien, knowing more of the man's background. It seemed to compliment himself in a way that he'd never encountered before; he neither felt dominated by John, nor like he needed to exert his own experience over him. They just worked together in his balance that shifted but never tipped. Maybe Lucien had just sought out the most cliched extremes in partners before, he'd never even thought that someone like this could exist. Sliding from John's lap, Lucien toed off his shoes, then pulled off his socks with a smirk: If he was going to stand in a near-stranger's living room naked, he was going to do it without the comical effect of still being in his socks. First impressions. Then a tease; standing in front of John, crotch at eye level as he slowly unfastened his trousers and peeled them over his hips and down. When he straightened again he was just in his underwear, sadly not his best as he hadn't expected John to call him and invite him over, but the dark blue pants could have been a lot worse, and the straining length that they barely hid made up for a lot, in his opinion. "These as well?" He pulled on the elastic waistband and raised an eyebrow.
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"No," he murmured, voice low and a little rough around the edges already. "Leave them on." If anyone was going to remove those pants, it would be him. It had to be him. If he wanted this as much as his body told him he did, his mind would have to follow. Moving to sit on the edge of the sofa, John reached out with one hand, trailing fingers down Lucien's stomach and thigh, cleverly avoiding the area that was very obviously straining for attention and his touch. Soon enough. That same hand moved back, fingertips just barely slipping under the fabric, brushing against the soft skin of Lucien's arse. He knew Lucien was going to fuck him that night, and God, John wanted him to... but for the first time, John wondered what it would be like if their roles were reversed. What it would be like if he fucked Lucien. The thought alone made something short-circuit in John's mind for a moment, and he made a soft sound, followed by a quick intake of breath. Dangerous line of thought, that there. Best to stay in the present. For now.
John's other hand joined the first one, slipping under the fabric until both of his hands were gripping Lucien's arse cheeks. John probably looked almost comically focused, frowning deeply as he stared at Lucien's crotch. It was easier this way, somehow, with the other man's cock still covered by cloth. Easier, and still so very intimidating. After another moment of gathering courage, John leaned forward and gave a slow, experimental lick, flattening his tongue against the outline of Lucien's obvious arousal through the blue fabric, as his hands tightened on the other man's arse cheeks.
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Somehow, the doctor managed to take him by surprise. He really hadn't expected the undulating pressure of John's tongue against his length, even while it was still covered. It was heavy, promising more once his flesh was exposed. He could feel the hot gusts of breath filtering through the cotton. For a moment, his eyes shut and he moaned. His whole crotch seemed to throb, the image of John's ruddy lips so close to his arousal burnt behind his eyelids. At the very least, he knew that his cock twitched at the knowledge. He couldn't take his eyes off John for long though, and he opened his eyes again to gaze down at him. Raising his hands, he carded his fingers through his sandy hair, stroking and encouraging him.
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He sat back for a moment, back of his hand drawn across his spit-wet lips as he admired his work. The outline of Lucien's arousal was almost obscenely obvious like this, the fabric where John's mouth had been darker around the length. He glanced up at the other man as he (finally) peeled off his pants, slowly, dragging them down his legs and freeing his prick from its wet confines. He looked back down, and sucked in a breath. Being on eye-level with Lucien's very aroused cock was certainly a lot different than having held it in his hand in that bathroom stall. It seemed... well, bigger, and though John was distantly aware that he was on the edge of freaking himself out, his heart was also racing in his chest, and his own cock was hard and straining almost painfully in his trousers. He could do this. How difficult could it be? There was determination in John's eyes and the set of his jaw as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around Lucien's length (warm and hard and soft), leaning forward to press a kiss against the head before his tongue came out, circling it, tasting, daring.
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He breathed deeply, chest rising and falling with gasps and sighs, encouraging noises that showed John how much he was enjoying everything he was doing to him. The warmth of his breath soaked through the cotton of his underwear in a pleasant way that would be relaxing if it wasn't for the probing tongue and the mouthing at his length that was pushing him further into this spiral of pleasure, building higher and twisting tighter inside of him. He almost whimpered as John pulled his pants down. "...Fuck." It was almost too much and Lucien's breath caught as he stared down at John, in turn staring at his swollen cock, and all he could think over and over was oh god, please, fuck yes, please... as he waited, anticipated with aching need, for his clever mouth to touch him again.
And then it was, and Lucien moaned loudly, his hands tugging lightly on John's hair. He tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to focus on the wet track of his tongue over the sensitive head. He couldn't look back down, not right away. If he did he would see John and just the thought, the knowledge that it was him doing this to him was enough to send thrilling sparks through his body. "Fuck. You're driving me wild..." He loosened his grip on John's locks and stroked his fingers through his short hair, cradling his fingers at the back of his skull and resisting all urges to buck his hips or push John forwards. "I can't believe you've never done this before."
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"Maybe you're just easy," John teased, smile tugging on the corner of his mouth as he briefly drew back to look up at Lucien. Mm, lovely sight, that. He was going to want to explore every inch of that body. For now, though... Returning his attentions to the shaft in his hand, John leaned in and wrapped his lips around the head of Lucien's cock, tongue pressing up against the underside. The doctor part of his brain was screaming (condom! CONDOM!), but John silenced it straight away. Risky, yes, downright stupid, but now was hardly a time for sensible thought. John had trusted Lucien from the moment they'd met, and though that was hardly anything to go on, he somehow knew Lucien wouldn't do anything to - purposefully, actually - hurt him. God, what on earth was wrong with him, putting so much faith into the hands of a near stranger? A stranger, whose cock was slipping further and further into his mouth. John couldn't help it - a part of his mind sent out thoughts of gratitude and admiration for all the women who had ever done this to him, and done it well, because this was not easy. It might seem fairly straightforward, but John was shocked and amazed how much went into this to get it just right. He knew, almost certainly, that he was messing it up somehow, that there would be too much or too little pressure, too much or too little suction, that the pacing was all off, and God, remembering to breathe through his nose and keep his teeth covered at all times was a demanding job in and off itself. He was taking his time, though, refusing to back down and be beaten. He could do this. He just had to remember what worked on him, and listen to Lucien's reactions, and either adjust or keep doing what he was doing. So focused he was on all this, he barely even time or mental capacity to reflect on how Lucien tasted and felt in his mouth.
Eventually, he drew back to catch his breath, watching the spit-slick length as he stroked it, licking his lips. It didn't taste... bad, not exactly. Just... different. Knowing it was the direct result of John pleasuring Lucien helped; it added a dimension of intense satisfaction. He did that. And he could do more. Leaning back in again, John swallowed down most of Lucien's cock this time, hand at the base, and began to suck him off in earnest, head bobbing and hand stroking. He didn't dare push himself too far, though, and run the risk of aggravating his gag-reflex; for now, this would have to do. He only hoped it was enough, and didn't disappoint too much.
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That was easier said than done though, every time Lucien looked down at the other man, the image of him sucking his cock was just too captivating and he wanted to keep on looking until he... well, burst... Carefully, he rolled his hips, meeting John as he bobbed his head. Nothing too frenzied or deep, he didn't want to choke him, and though his hands continued to stroke through John's hair, he didn't put any pressure or force into it. He just wanted to feel a little control and involvement, to have some say over the slick slide of his length over those warm, cushioned lips.
"John..." He murmured the name, head tilting to the side as he watched those rosy lips stretched around his shaft, the doctor's fist meeting them occasionally as he stroked him steadily. He caressed John's temple, trailing his fingers down his cheek with a fond feeling settling inside his chest that he wasn't going to stop and question right now. He cupped the side of his jaw and rubbed his thumb over the corner of his mouth, his own cock skimming past the pad as John continued to blow him. "... John... If you keep going... Hmm... I want to last longer..."
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Reluctantly, John drew back with a last lingering swirl of his tongue around the glistening glans, before he looked up at Lucien. What a sight he must make (he had no idea); dark and intent eyes with a hint of amusement, dilated pupils, a flush on his cheeks, bruised lips shining wet with spit and pre-cum, a corner of his mouth turned up wryly... Frankly, he looked damnably smug for someone who had only just tried their hand (so to speak) at their first blowjob. But then Lucien instilled that feeling in him, confidence and boldness, being able to relax and just enjoy himself without fear of judgement.
"Yeah, alright," he murmured, and startled a little at the sound of his very hoarse voice. From one moment to the next, he realized he was still completely dressed, save for his shirt. And that just wouldn't do. He leaned forward and quickly got rid of his shoes and socks before standing, hands working at his belt and the buttons of his trousers, holding Lucien's eyes the entire time. "Bedroom?" His voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the desire in his eyes.
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Slightly guilty that he wasn't taking a more active role in getting John out of his clothes, Lucien touched and stroked John whenever he came into range. He ran his fingertips down his neck and biceps, his palm over his chest. He could feel the shift and roll of his muscles under his hands as he moved in efficient gestures. John knew what he wanted, Lucien too, but fuck, he moaned at the pleasant tightening low down in his stomach as John voiced his need - their need - in a simple word. Stepping closer, Lucien dipped his hand into the loosened waistband of John's trousers, over his hip and down his thigh, teasingly close... so close his fingers brushed over the fabric covered head of his cock... but too light, too fleeting. "Fuck, yes." He pressed a hungry kiss to his mouth before stepping away so that John could lead the way.
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