it's that time again...Friday!
Your inspiration for today is born out of a comment made by chkc (I'm sure she'll be able to tell). Also, melagan's talked about how John loves to drive Rodney crazy with his deliberateness and patience…the way he'll just drag his lips or his tongue along the length of Rodney's cock…teasing, playing.
And while I agree that Rodney may not have much patience when he's ready to come, blowing John is something else altogether. Rodney's mind is linear, methodical and when he wants to, he can make John squirm.
Like lazily mouthing John through his pants. Up and down the hard ridge…nuzzling…massaging the head with his chin, looking up at the furrowed brows the tight lips and the pleasure creased in John's face. And he does this until John has to reach down and undo his own pants, which is supposed to signal Rodney to get on with it.
Rodney just grins when John lifts his hips and humors him by pulling the pants down or off. But then he goes right back to licking warm, hard cotton and it doesn't take much to have that strip of cloth soaked through. He knows John's watching as he takes the head in his mouth, sucking hard, hands sliding up along John's thighs, beneath the flimsy material, fingertips grazing through the coarse hair to tease his balls. John's breath gets more deliberate as he tries to control it, but Rodney hears that telltale catch or the forced exhalation with just a hint of a moan. And that sound goes straight to Rodney's groin and makes him redouble his efforts to tease, because that sound is the next best thing to John calling out Rodney's name…it means he's getting to John.
Rodney pulls back then. The clinging damp cloth darkened by the skin underneath, the swell and roll of the ridge defined up to the tip and John's next move of impatience is to slip his hand around the back of Rodney's neck, holding it gently…for now. But Rodney isn't ready to move on. He sucks the tip hard or playfully scrapes his teeth over the firm shaft, making John shudder. Rodney smiles at the hesitant jerk of John's hips, at John's other hand pulling at his boxers, and then the final warning…
"Rodneeey…" drawn out in that voice - like dragging a razor across glass - before the waistband brushes across Rodney's lips and chin to disappear past John's knees...
Hopefully, this is sufficient to spark a few imaginations!
And while I agree that Rodney may not have much patience when he's ready to come, blowing John is something else altogether. Rodney's mind is linear, methodical and when he wants to, he can make John squirm.
Like lazily mouthing John through his pants. Up and down the hard ridge…nuzzling…massaging the head with his chin, looking up at the furrowed brows the tight lips and the pleasure creased in John's face. And he does this until John has to reach down and undo his own pants, which is supposed to signal Rodney to get on with it.
Rodney just grins when John lifts his hips and humors him by pulling the pants down or off. But then he goes right back to licking warm, hard cotton and it doesn't take much to have that strip of cloth soaked through. He knows John's watching as he takes the head in his mouth, sucking hard, hands sliding up along John's thighs, beneath the flimsy material, fingertips grazing through the coarse hair to tease his balls. John's breath gets more deliberate as he tries to control it, but Rodney hears that telltale catch or the forced exhalation with just a hint of a moan. And that sound goes straight to Rodney's groin and makes him redouble his efforts to tease, because that sound is the next best thing to John calling out Rodney's name…it means he's getting to John.
Rodney pulls back then. The clinging damp cloth darkened by the skin underneath, the swell and roll of the ridge defined up to the tip and John's next move of impatience is to slip his hand around the back of Rodney's neck, holding it gently…for now. But Rodney isn't ready to move on. He sucks the tip hard or playfully scrapes his teeth over the firm shaft, making John shudder. Rodney smiles at the hesitant jerk of John's hips, at John's other hand pulling at his boxers, and then the final warning…
"Rodneeey…" drawn out in that voice - like dragging a razor across glass - before the waistband brushes across Rodney's lips and chin to disappear past John's knees...
Hopefully, this is sufficient to spark a few imaginations!