Porn Drabble: Matt/John, knuckles
“Oh, god,” Matt groaned. He threw his head back against the arm of the sofa and one hand clenched his uninjured knee bent over the back. His other hand slowed on his dick, squeezing the base to keep from coming already.
"Come on, kid,” John growled from between his spread legs and nipped his fingers.
“Fuck, John,” Matt gasped, trying like hell not to push his fist down John’s throat.
John’s tongue still avoided direct contact with Matt’s dick, just licking over his knuckles and sucking the tips of his fingers.
Matt finally came when sharp teeth bit his thumb.