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.
Facing John like this, shirtless and standing in front of Lucien, the other man would be able to see the faded scar of the gunshot wound John had sustained in his left shoulder. It wasn't much to look at, quite small, the puckered skin shaped into a circle, but John felt self-conscious about it even so. It was something he would carry with him, always, not only reminding him of the horrors he had only barely escaped, but it seemed like a sign of... failure, as well. Both as a doctor, and a soldier. Then again, the wound had gotten him sent back home, to London, where one Sherlock Holmes had stormed into his life... and now this man. Lucien. Who was making John experience thrills quite different from the ones he had grown used to expecting in his life as companion to the consulting detective.
The kiss ended far too quickly, but that was alright; they had the entire night ahead of them. John felt a shiver run down his spine at Lucien's featherlight, teasing touch, which only served to increase his hunger for more. Grabbing a hold of Lucien's hand - like it was the most natural thing in the world - John gave up on taking off his trousers for the moment, leaving them unbuttoned as he guided them to his bedroom. It was a simple room, neat and tidy, not a lot of furniture or belongings lying about, the bed perfectly made. A military bedroom. Closing the door behind them, John made quick work of pushing his trousers and pants down his legs in one go, stepping out of them before he turned to look at Lucien. It took him less than a nano-second to have the other man pressed up against the closed door, kissing him hungrily while reveling in the feeling of both their naked bodies touching all over. His hands didn't seem to know where to go, wanting to touch everything all at once.
"Bed," he panted when he briefly withdrew from the kiss, which was challenging; he could kiss Lucien forever. Which he proceeded to make a decent start of as he tried to walk them towards the bed, occasionally nipping at the other man's bottom lip. "Condoms and lube-- nightstand drawer..." He shivered a little again, both out of desire and sudden nerves. He trusted Lucien, knew he would be well taken care of, but he couldn't help feeling nervous about this next part.
With an uncontrollable smirk plastered across his face, Lucien dragged his feet a little as he was led to John's bedroom. Not because he wanted to resist, or even give that impression, but because it heightened the thrill of knowing where they were going with the tension made tangible between them, feeling the eagerness in the other man to take him to his bed. Once they were in the room, he took a moment to glance around, just get his bearings. Later, he'd have time to take it in more fully, maybe be nosy as well, but for now all he needed to know was where the bed was, and then his attention was back on John as he finished his strip.
Lucien gasped into John's mouth as he was pressed back against the door. The cool, hard wood against his back, buttocks and the top of his thigh only further amplifying the soft heat that pressed to his front. Oh yes, and that not so soft erection that ground into his abdomen, laying alongside his own straining cock. He gripped John at the waist, fingers tight and desperate as he pulled him close, until John released that pressure and started to walk them towards the bed. He nodded and hummed at the simple instructions, tearing his eyes away from the other man just long enough to register the nightstand before they reached the lip of the bed.
He kissed him again then, hard and urgent. One hand smoothed across the planes of John's back, wrapping his arm around him, his fingers caressing the back of his neck as he pressed him down to the bed. Soon, he joined him, moving them both further up as he finally explored John's body in the way that he'd thinking about since they'd first met. His hands shaped over his skin as he leaned his body into the other, his length pressed against his hip and leg naturally, so naturally, tangling with John's. For a moment, he paused to trace his fingertips over the silvery lines of his scar, his gaze flicking to catch John's eyes before he bowed his head to gently kiss it. Then he moved on, over his chest, teasing the rosy bud of his nipple, before bowing his body to scatter kisses over his stomach while Lucien's hand encircled John's cock and stroked him firmly.
It was clear that he was going to get his wish, the guttural need that he'd expressed in the pub bathroom over a week ago. John had agreed back then, and they both knew from the moment Lucien had answered his phone where this was going. But, there was that underlying feeling that had been haunting Lucien all night, no, not all night, from the moment he'd first spoke to John, that there was something more going on here, something so much bigger that a couple of fucks with a local while he was on holiday, and first time or not, he wanted to get it right. "How do you want to do this, John?" He asked as he moved back up, kissing him again on the mouth before pulling away to reach for the drawer. "I mean... Do you want to see me?"
John felt like he was absolutely drowning in sensations; Lucien was everywhere, hands and lips touching, exploring, his glorious mouth trailing kisses all over. That night in the bar had been an overwhelming, amazing experience, but it paled in comparison to this. John couldn't help but reach out and touch Lucien as much as he could in return, hands smoothing down his arms, across his shoulders... though it was hard to concentrate enough on that when when Lucien's hand wrapped around his cock like that. God, but he's been absolutely gagging for Lucien to touch him, ever since he decided to give him a call, earlier that evening. His hips bucked up as he fucked himself through Lucien's fist, his breaths coming quicker as he did so. And while he did momentarily tense up at the touch and soft brush of lips to his scar, he was too absorbed in all the other sensations to really make a problem out of it. Everything felt too damn good, and, thankfully, Lucien didn't linger on the area for long anyway.
Lucien's question brought everything grinding to a halt while all the same time allowing a surge of renewed desire to run through John's body. This was it, then. Everything they'd been working towards since that night, and while John knew, on some level, that a lot more was going on, this was... Well, fuck, his first time with a man. Not just any man, though.
"Yeah," he murmured, voice low and rough, holding Lucien's eyes. "Yeah, I want to see you. Want you to see me, too." All the way. If they were going to do this, John wanted everything, every flicker of expression on Lucien's face as he first entered him, as he fucked him, he wanted to see it all. And he wanted Lucien to see him, too, see what he did to him, the effect he had, what it all felt like. No hiding. No. Everything on the table. "Just," he continued, hand stroking down Lucien's upper arm, "Slow, yeah?" He smiled, just a little. Clearly, he was nervous, tension gathering in his shoulders. But he trusted Lucien, and he had decided days ago that this was going to happen. Not going to back down now.
Good. That was good. More than good; it was exactly what Lucien wanted too. Fucks, he'd had plenty of before, and in many more exotic positions than he was going to scare John with right now, but they were just that, fucks. So what was this, then? It was easier not to think about it, because he wasn't stupid, he knew that he didn't yet know John well enough to romanticize this into something flowery and more meaningful than just sex with someone that he was strongly attracted to. Incredibly attracted to. But is still felt like that word wasn't doing this connection they had justice, and while Lucien had every intention to fuck John, there was more to it than that. So he was relived that the other man didn't want to do it facing the other way, it would have been so disappointingly impersonal and anonymous after Lucien had spent so many nights recalling John's face, trying to picture how it would look gazing up at him as he felt Lucien inside of him.
He plucked a condom and lube from the bedside drawer and turned back to him. The expression on his face had softened into a gentle smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes in understanding. "Of course." He murmured, settling back alongside him and kissing him in a series of reassuring pecks, almost loving, if he had known the man longer, he thought. "I'm going to make it the best experience you've ever had."
Of course, bedside manner was something that John was probably familiar with as well, but Lucien was well practiced at talking his way through... procedures that people were uncomfortable with. Condom put to the side for now, he coated his fingers in the gel lubricant and mouthed kisses under the doctor's chin as he reached between his legs, sliding gently along the perineum. "Just relax. You know this..." He smiled against his skin, the arm that he was leaning on moving so he could stroke his hair soothingly. "... Relax..."
John huffed out a soft laugh as he tried to do just that; relax. Oh, if Lucien only knew... John certainly did know. He had spent an almost embarrassing amount of time this last week, browsing the web for information on gay sex. Some medically based and presented, some... not so much. There was something in the teasing, amused tones of Lucien's voice that certainly did help John to not over-think what was happening right now. "Out comes the nurse," John murmured dryly, and wasn't that an intriguing mental image, right there. Saving that thought for later. For now, John opted to focus on the sliding sensation of Lucien's slicked up fingers between his scrotum and rectum. It was... Well, it was good, barely a touch at all, just enough to make his cock twitch with anticipation, his heart rate picking up. A lot of it was mental, still, the knowledge of what was about to happen only adding to John's experience of it all. Lucien's soothing kisses and touches made something jump in John's chest, an intensely warm feeling spreading from his core out into his limbs. It was absolute bliss. And John wanted more. God, his cheeks were burning up.
"Okay," he whispered, breathing out slowly. "Ready."
"Hmm..." Called out. He wasn't even surprised that John would pick up on it, but he couldn't really help it. The voice was a natural part of him, and his urge to sooth and look after people, and he knew his accent was always a handy weapon to possess in that kind of task as well. He looked up at John and smiled. "The nurse had come out before he was even a nurse though..." Though he meant it one way, it was also true that he'd always wanted to look after people since he was young, the complete opposite of his rebellious brother, really.
Ah, fuck though. That wiped all the humor from Lucien, the flame of desire burning stronger in him as John told him that he was ready. For a second an excited tightening sensation shot through his lower body, his cock bobbing at the promise of what was drawing nearer. Patience. Gaze locked with John, he brushed his finger over that puckered entrance, gently stroking and circling the area before starting to apply gentle pressure. "How does it feel? Don't resist..." His voice was a deep murmur as he started to ease his fingertip into that tight, virginal hole.
John's brow furrowed as Lucien began to slowly press just the tip of his finger into him; his mind was perfectly torn between the unfamiliar physical sensation, and the mental knowledge of what it was they were doing, and what it would lead up to. There was no resistance yet, John knew Lucien's finger was barely inside of him, but it was amazing how much he could feel already. It made John both desire and dread what would follow. God, this was going to be so overwhelming...
He shifted a touch, frown increasing as he focused in on the sensation. "It's... a little strange," he finally settled on, because it was. Not good, not bad, just there, an unfamiliar touch in an unexplored place. "Keep going," he instructed, taking another slow breath as he tried to keep himself relaxed. "Talk to me?" he murmured after another moment, resting his eyes on Lucien. "Hearing your voice... It helps." Lucien's voice did things to him while calming him down at the same time. A dangerous combination, one John did not wish to linger on at the moment. Right now, he wanted to get this prepping sorted as quickly yet painlessly as possible, so he could finally, finally, feel Lucien inside of 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.
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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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The kiss ended far too quickly, but that was alright; they had the entire night ahead of them. John felt a shiver run down his spine at Lucien's featherlight, teasing touch, which only served to increase his hunger for more. Grabbing a hold of Lucien's hand - like it was the most natural thing in the world - John gave up on taking off his trousers for the moment, leaving them unbuttoned as he guided them to his bedroom. It was a simple room, neat and tidy, not a lot of furniture or belongings lying about, the bed perfectly made. A military bedroom. Closing the door behind them, John made quick work of pushing his trousers and pants down his legs in one go, stepping out of them before he turned to look at Lucien. It took him less than a nano-second to have the other man pressed up against the closed door, kissing him hungrily while reveling in the feeling of both their naked bodies touching all over. His hands didn't seem to know where to go, wanting to touch everything all at once.
"Bed," he panted when he briefly withdrew from the kiss, which was challenging; he could kiss Lucien forever. Which he proceeded to make a decent start of as he tried to walk them towards the bed, occasionally nipping at the other man's bottom lip. "Condoms and lube-- nightstand drawer..." He shivered a little again, both out of desire and sudden nerves. He trusted Lucien, knew he would be well taken care of, but he couldn't help feeling nervous about this next part.
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Lucien gasped into John's mouth as he was pressed back against the door. The cool, hard wood against his back, buttocks and the top of his thigh only further amplifying the soft heat that pressed to his front. Oh yes, and that not so soft erection that ground into his abdomen, laying alongside his own straining cock. He gripped John at the waist, fingers tight and desperate as he pulled him close, until John released that pressure and started to walk them towards the bed. He nodded and hummed at the simple instructions, tearing his eyes away from the other man just long enough to register the nightstand before they reached the lip of the bed.
He kissed him again then, hard and urgent. One hand smoothed across the planes of John's back, wrapping his arm around him, his fingers caressing the back of his neck as he pressed him down to the bed. Soon, he joined him, moving them both further up as he finally explored John's body in the way that he'd thinking about since they'd first met. His hands shaped over his skin as he leaned his body into the other, his length pressed against his hip and leg naturally, so naturally, tangling with John's. For a moment, he paused to trace his fingertips over the silvery lines of his scar, his gaze flicking to catch John's eyes before he bowed his head to gently kiss it. Then he moved on, over his chest, teasing the rosy bud of his nipple, before bowing his body to scatter kisses over his stomach while Lucien's hand encircled John's cock and stroked him firmly.
It was clear that he was going to get his wish, the guttural need that he'd expressed in the pub bathroom over a week ago. John had agreed back then, and they both knew from the moment Lucien had answered his phone where this was going. But, there was that underlying feeling that had been haunting Lucien all night, no, not all night, from the moment he'd first spoke to John, that there was something more going on here, something so much bigger that a couple of fucks with a local while he was on holiday, and first time or not, he wanted to get it right. "How do you want to do this, John?" He asked as he moved back up, kissing him again on the mouth before pulling away to reach for the drawer. "I mean... Do you want to see me?"
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Lucien's question brought everything grinding to a halt while all the same time allowing a surge of renewed desire to run through John's body. This was it, then. Everything they'd been working towards since that night, and while John knew, on some level, that a lot more was going on, this was... Well, fuck, his first time with a man. Not just any man, though.
"Yeah," he murmured, voice low and rough, holding Lucien's eyes. "Yeah, I want to see you. Want you to see me, too." All the way. If they were going to do this, John wanted everything, every flicker of expression on Lucien's face as he first entered him, as he fucked him, he wanted to see it all. And he wanted Lucien to see him, too, see what he did to him, the effect he had, what it all felt like. No hiding. No. Everything on the table. "Just," he continued, hand stroking down Lucien's upper arm, "Slow, yeah?" He smiled, just a little. Clearly, he was nervous, tension gathering in his shoulders. But he trusted Lucien, and he had decided days ago that this was going to happen. Not going to back down now.
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He plucked a condom and lube from the bedside drawer and turned back to him. The expression on his face had softened into a gentle smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes in understanding. "Of course." He murmured, settling back alongside him and kissing him in a series of reassuring pecks, almost loving, if he had known the man longer, he thought. "I'm going to make it the best experience you've ever had."
Of course, bedside manner was something that John was probably familiar with as well, but Lucien was well practiced at talking his way through... procedures that people were uncomfortable with. Condom put to the side for now, he coated his fingers in the gel lubricant and mouthed kisses under the doctor's chin as he reached between his legs, sliding gently along the perineum. "Just relax. You know this..." He smiled against his skin, the arm that he was leaning on moving so he could stroke his hair soothingly. "... Relax..."
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"Okay," he whispered, breathing out slowly. "Ready."
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Ah, fuck though. That wiped all the humor from Lucien, the flame of desire burning stronger in him as John told him that he was ready. For a second an excited tightening sensation shot through his lower body, his cock bobbing at the promise of what was drawing nearer. Patience. Gaze locked with John, he brushed his finger over that puckered entrance, gently stroking and circling the area before starting to apply gentle pressure. "How does it feel? Don't resist..." His voice was a deep murmur as he started to ease his fingertip into that tight, virginal hole.
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He shifted a touch, frown increasing as he focused in on the sensation. "It's... a little strange," he finally settled on, because it was. Not good, not bad, just there, an unfamiliar touch in an unexplored place. "Keep going," he instructed, taking another slow breath as he tried to keep himself relaxed. "Talk to me?" he murmured after another moment, resting his eyes on Lucien. "Hearing your voice... It helps." Lucien's voice did things to him while calming him down at the same time. A dangerous combination, one John did not wish to linger on at the moment. Right now, he wanted to get this prepping sorted as quickly yet painlessly as possible, so he could finally, finally, feel Lucien inside of him.
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