Merry Go Round Broke Down 12
anonymous
February 7 2011, 12:01:16 UTC
Rodney stuffs his hand down to touch himself while John tongue-fucks him. John slides his hand there too, so he can feel Rodney stroking himself, angles his arm higher and cups his palm around the head of Rodney's dick. Rodney chokes out his name and John gets a fistful of come.
Once Rodney's twitched through the last aftershocks of orgasm, John reels his hand back in and brings it to his mouth, licking semen off his fingers.
"Really?" Rodney says, twisting upright to watch him, but his voice doesn't hit the right scathing note.
John just keeps at it, even though Rodney's come is turning gelid and thick. He sucks it off his palm. The taste doesn't turn him on frantically like it used to, but he still associates it with that perfect clear white nothing; he wants that taste in his mouth.
"Doing something for you?" Rodney asks carefully.
John shakes his head, and realizes why Rodney asked. He's getting an erection. After these months without, it feels bizarre to get hard without being touched at all. It's almost like a magic trick.
For the first time in months, he gets off without anything special, just Rodney's hand on his cock, Rodney's mouth at his ear.
"Here," says Rodney, handing over the pills once they're dressed.
"Where did these come from?"
"Please. When we were on Earth, every imaginable kind of contraband poured into the city in mass quantities. I was approached about the feasibility of turning some of the rooms in the lower levels into massive tanks for wine and gin."
John waits a beat. "I notice you're not saying whether you actually did it."
"The less you know, the better. But if you come across any sealed doors with a tap where the control panel used to be..."
"I'll carry around appropriate crystal just in case."
Rodney snorts, in amusement rather than contempt, for a change. For a change back. They used to talk like this all the time, before Rodney found out who John really is.
Once Rodney's twitched through the last aftershocks of orgasm, John reels his hand back in and brings it to his mouth, licking semen off his fingers.
"Really?" Rodney says, twisting upright to watch him, but his voice doesn't hit the right scathing note.
John just keeps at it, even though Rodney's come is turning gelid and thick. He sucks it off his palm. The taste doesn't turn him on frantically like it used to, but he still associates it with that perfect clear white nothing; he wants that taste in his mouth.
"Doing something for you?" Rodney asks carefully.
John shakes his head, and realizes why Rodney asked. He's getting an erection. After these months without, it feels bizarre to get hard without being touched at all. It's almost like a magic trick.
For the first time in months, he gets off without anything special, just Rodney's hand on his cock, Rodney's mouth at his ear.
"Here," says Rodney, handing over the pills once they're dressed.
"Where did these come from?"
"Please. When we were on Earth, every imaginable kind of contraband poured into the city in mass quantities. I was approached about the feasibility of turning some of the rooms in the lower levels into massive tanks for wine and gin."
John waits a beat. "I notice you're not saying whether you actually did it."
"The less you know, the better. But if you come across any sealed doors with a tap where the control panel used to be..."
"I'll carry around appropriate crystal just in case."
Rodney snorts, in amusement rather than contempt, for a change. For a change back. They used to talk like this all the time, before Rodney found out who John really is.
Who he was. John's not sure who he is, now.
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