Small talk con't (NSFW, closed to Derek)

[not_johnconnor]

(continued from here)

By this time, John had his shirt off, and his boots and socks, too. He was pulling at his belt and pulling down his fly, too, and shoving his jeans off. When Derek entered, closing the door, John stopped, looking up, eyes darker, softer.

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[soldier_reese]

"Impatient, huh?" Derek smirked as he stopped in the middle of the room and quirked a finger at John. "C'mere." He took his hand and guided them to the hem of his shirt. "Take 'em off."

[not_johnconnor]

His belt tossed aside, John walked over, slowly and took the hem of Derek's shirt in his hand and pulled. Up, up, baring inked and scarred skin, hiding his face for a moment before it reappeared as he tossed the shirt to the floor. Then his eyebrows went up. More orders? He'd follow these.

[soldier_reese]

They weren't really orders although it does seem to come out that way. Derek didn't know any better and besides, he was hard and aching already. "Next," he caught John's cheek and pulled him close, kissing him, soft but deep.

[not_johnconnor]

One arm hooked around Derek's neck, the other hooked fingers into Derek's waistband. It was easy from there to undo the button and start on the fly. The zipper sounded loud, almost as loud as the moan that was swallowed in Derek's kiss.

[soldier_reese]

Derek loved that sound. It was like no other. Any of these soft little sounds that John made, especially when he touched him a certain way, kissed him a certain way. It was always something Derek loved to pull from him. So he moved his lips, across John's jaw, catching stubble, lower and down his neck, hands now sliding over his skin, down his back, his hips rocking.

[not_johnconnor]

John's head was back, his hand sliding inside Derek's fly, cupping there. A big handful, see. His eyes slid closed, too, his own hips rocking for that touch of friction. "Derek," he whispered. He needed.

[soldier_reese]

Best sound of all? Was when John called out his name like that. Just like that. It made everything warm. Derek skin, his touch, his kisses, the air around him, and the most was right inside his chest, his heart. He moved lower, both lips and hands, cupping John's ass to pull him flushed, rocking against him, kissing across his chest.

[not_johnconnor]

"Uhnnn." It pinned John's hand between them, cupping it around Derek's cock, pressing there. God. John arched back further, head back, eyes closed, mouth open. "Derek--!" Please!

[soldier_reese]

You hear that? Derek's name and then the 'please' at the end there? That was best of all. He smirked against John's skin, tongue flicking over a taut nipple before he pulled away, hands pausing on John's hips before he began to walk him backward, toward the bed, fingers digging in.

[not_johnconnor]

John nearly stumbled on the hem of his pants, but caught himself, even if it did pull his pants down as he went so he was essentially walking out of them. Then he could push Derek's down too, his boxers, too and but the time they got to the bed, they were both close to naked. This was better.

He rolled back, legs spread, waiting.

[soldier_reese]

He'd laugh it he wasn't so hard already. Derek crawled over John, eyes dark, hungry, and maybe there was a soft rumbling coming from his throat, too. Skin to skin, warm, he blanketed John and pressed down, taking his lips in his again. "Fuck, I love you," he murmured into the kiss.

[not_johnconnor]

"I love you," came out all muffled, all slurred, lost in a kiss, lost in the taste and touch and feel, John's hands skating down Derek's back, fingers digging into Derek's ass. Closer. More. Please.

[soldier_reese]

More. Always more. Derek continued with his ministrations, kissing down John's chest again, better like this with him lying down. And he took his time, too. Careful attention to sensitive spots where Derek knew there would be those small sounds he so loved to hear from John.

[not_johnconnor]

Right there on his ribs was a good spot; it made John shiver. The side of his stomach, too. It made the muscles quiver. He found his hands in Derek's hair, cupping his skull, heels digging into the bed.

[soldier_reese]

John's skin felt so warm, it was as if his hands would melt right over his skin at the heat of him. Derek pulled up enough to look at his face, shifting to settle between his legs. Two fingers sucked in his mouth, the other hand curling around his length. He stroked slow and at the same time gently pushed a spit-slick finger inside him. "Fuck, baby. Goddamn, you're tight," came Derek's whisper,

[not_johnconnor]

There was too much to respond to. The hand around his cock, the finger inside him. John rocked his hips, back arching off the bed. "God, Derek," he groaned, hands fisted in the covers now, instead. "God. Yeah."