Christmas Night

[lights_midnight]

It's nearly midnight by the time the party breaks up. The girls are long asleep, Jeroen dozing between them. Angie and Jack ahve staggered off together, Winter is hiding in his room and Shen has gone for a fly

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[clericpreston]

John misses most of the chatter, except for the sex part. Apollo's attention to his chest has him squirming and breathing heavily. The warm, soft touch of a tongue across his nipple has John's back arching to press his body up against his lover.

Probably, he should say something. Words, so difficult.

//You lost me at... glory. But, please feel free to continue with what you're doing.//

[lights_midnight]

//That's okay. I talk. A lot. You know I was doing this in my head even before we connected you. I'm just used to talking.//

He continues down and leaves and a heavy hickey over John's heart, then on his lower ribs. Teases lightly with his lips to make him squirm.

//I plan on continuing. Don't worry about that.//

[clericpreston]

John moans and then laughs breathlessly when the touch at his ribs tickles. He runs a hand restlessly through Apollo's hair as he squirms underneath the teasing sungod.

//I like hearing you talk. I always have.//

[lights_midnight]

//Especially after that night with the chocoate, I bet. What was it, maybe an hour on the phone? Just talking.//

One on either hip and pants are getting in the way.

//I could be cruel and make you talk back, but I won't, because you don't like it. You don't mind me chatitng away though, do you?//

[clericpreston]

//At least.//

Oh, he has fond memories of that conversation. He used to hesitate to think of it, but there was really no reason to now.

//Thank you. And, no. I don't mind. I like the sound of your voice.//

[lights_midnight]

//Well, I dunno how much sound is actually transmitted, and how much is your mind putting the tone and sound you associate with my voice to the words you hear.//

John' pants are going to go away now.

//I sort of had no concept of time, so I'm not really sure. I have an inherent clock, but it only works when I can think about something other than sex.//

[clericpreston]

//Doesn't matter. It's you. That's what matters. Soothing.//

Hips are helpfully lifted to aid in the disposal of the confining clothing. He really isn't overly attached to being dressed. Not at all, actually.

//I wasn't paying attention. But, the cellphone bill never lies.//

[lights_midnight]

Well, it's good that he isn't attached to it, because Apollo spends most of their time together making sure he isn't.

//Huh. Phone bills. What a novel idea. Dammit, we should've done this higher up on the bed where I can reach the bedside tables.//

Apollo shoves an arm under John's body and half hauls, half throws him up higher on the bed and crawls up after him.

[clericpreston]

John's response to that is surprised and out loud. A surprised yelp and an oof is all he manages when he's tossed. He gives Apollo a mock annoyed look when his lover crawls up to him.

//Little warning next time? I'm not made to be airborne.//

None of this stops him from tugging Apollo closer and kissing him hard.

[lights_midnight]

//Where's the fun in warning you?//

More kissing. Kissing is of the good. Kissing here is better because he can blindly reach with one hand and find the bedside table and the tube in the drawer.

[clericpreston]

//The fun is not forcing your lover to make very undignified, girly noises when he's thrown.//

Both of John's hands are tangled in Apollo's hair, holding him close and kissing him as often as his need for breath will allow.

//And you are way, way too over dressed, you know?//

[lights_midnight]

//I didn't force you to make undignified, girly noises. You did it all on your own.//

The prompt about clothing is ignored in favour of pressing a slick finger against John and teasing instead.

[clericpreston]

Any response that John can make is rendered useless when Apollo's finger starts to tease. His focus is instantly, utterly elsewhere. Words were over rated anyway. Moans communicated so much more clearly.

And, at least he didn't make any undignified noises this time.

[lights_midnight]

"Better."

John stops getting kissed so those moans can be heard better. Nothing says 'I appreciate what you're doing to me' like choked moans and gasps and whimpers.

He casually crooks his finger and presses hard. "I love the noises you make."

[clericpreston]

If it's moans and gasps and whimpers Apollo wants, he gets them in abundance. John jerks and groans louder when Apollo presses just there and sparks explode behind his eyelids. Such a tease...

And so very, very good at it.

//You should... they're your fault.//

[lights_midnight]

"I'd hate to think you were making them for someone else, so I'll happily accept all blame in this situation."

He slides in another finger while getting his own pants open.

"Almost as good as when you scream."