The rough little scratches of John's blunt nails on his flesh, the soft brushes and more definite touches, not quite groping, but yes, purposeful and intending to feel him. When was the last time he'd really been touched, properly touched? Not just a hurried squeeze here and a necessary stroke there, an almost polite prerequisite to fucking and nothing more. This was so different, he felt like he was being studied, his body explored, every part of his form being paid attention to. It made him feel important, appreciated. Not just an object to help another man get off, but part of the whole. Lucien wasn't innocent in this; he'd had plenty of quick fumbles, and as giving as he could be, they were just bodies and the pleasure that he could give and take were abstract, just interaction, cause and effect. In general, he preferred that. His life was complicated and it was easier not to give the impression that this could be something more to his partners. But with John... There were thoughts playing in his mind that scared him a little if
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Lucien's gaze didn't leave John's face at all while he gently worked on applying more pressure, pressing in and then out again, circling his finger against the tight ring of muscle, and gradually stretching him, pushing deeper into his body. There was so much to read on the doctor's face, the vulnerability of the situation and the trust that he held in Lucien. There was both a softness in his eyes and an intensity too, and Lucien knew that it came from the alien sensation of being touched like this for the first time, the conflicting urges he must be feeling
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It would take a while for the alien sensation to fade, but with every passing moment John could feel his muscles give, relaxing as Lucien worked him open with such patience, such care. The steady rhythm of his finger sliding in and out of him was starting to feel rather good, and John could feel his cock twitching in interest, the shaft swelling slowly as he spread his legs a little. More of that feeling, he wanted more...
"Another," he rasped, cheeks burning at the sound of his own voice and the wanton way in which his body began to respond to Lucien's administrations. But now was not the time to feel self-conscious about such things, or once again wonder about the implications of this strange journey he and Lucien had seemed to embark on. Right now it was his body responding to Lucien's touch, Lucien's voice, Lucien's very presence, and the desire to connect, to drown even further in sensation. "Give me another," he repeated, a shiver running down his spine at Lucien's voice so close to his ear.
Lucien's intake of breath at John's husky demand must have been sharp and loud so close to the other man's ear. He murmured his agreement and slid his finger from his tight passage, before prodding against the slightly more yielding entrance with two fingers this time. He repeated the process, gradually working deeper as the ring of muscle squeezed his fingers together. It was quicker now though, there was less resistance and soon he was adding little twists of his hand to the in-and-out movement, and scissoring his fingers as he worked on opening John enough to take his cock.
"God... John..." Lucien closed his eyes, the intimacy not lost on him. It might be something that he's done to many other men, many times before, but never to this man, this man, who's never been touched like this and teased open before. It was intimate, and even though he was bursting to move on to the next step, Lucien felt something unique in this moment, a sense of gratification all of its own. "You're something..." Special... "Just... Something..." He
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This far into the preparation, John was finding it absolutely impossible to stay silent and still. There was something unbearably erotic and, indeed, intimate about the entire process. Whatever John had anticipated, it hadn't been this. And it seemed Lucien was just as affected, which was both a sort of relief, but it also complicated matters a little further. Not that John was in any state to think about that. All he could focus on was the stretch and fill of the other man's fingers inside of him, making him feel things he never had before, and not just physically, though there certainly was that, as well. Soft gasps and quiet moans kept falling from his lips as his hips began to move of their own accord, pressing down whenever Lucien would press in, wanting more, wanting it faster, wanting, wanting, wantingJohn kissed Lucien back, eagerly and hungrily, but couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped him, smiling against the other's lips. "Quite the way with words you have," he murmured, amused, right before another twist of Lucien's
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It was both what Lucien had hoped for and more than he could have possibly imagined. Of course, he knew full well how good it felt and hadn't doubted that he could bring John there and give him all the pleasure he'd promised, but still... Having the confidence in his own skills and seeing the results of said skills were two completely different matters, and feeling the desperate, wanton need in John's body as he writhed and tried to fuck himself on Lucien's fingers, that was beyond anything he could have imagined. "Yes... Yes, I'm going to fuck you now." His mouth quirked in amusement, but the eyes that scanned over the other man's face as he pulled away were dark with the lust than burned in his chest. His whole body was positively thrumming with the anticipation
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"D'you reckon?" John bit out, though there was a trace of amusement in his voice just the same. Obviously he wanted Lucien, the man was gorgeous and oozed sex-appeal, had a delightfully wry sense of humour, was wonderfully easy to be around, a fantastic kisser, and, on a more serious note, John felt... safe around him. Taken care of. That should freak him out, and on some level it did, but mostly he was too starved for those feelings to really start questioning now. Not when Lucien was, finally, pushing into him, and oh, fuck, he thought he was ready, but John quickly found out that a cock was something very different indeed from two fingers, no matter how thoroughly Lucien had prepared him.
"Ngh--" he began eloquently when the head of Lucien's cock made it past the loosened ring. He threw his head back, lips parted as he gasped, trying his best to relax and not clench up. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." John was not a religious man by any standard, he'd seen too many horrible things to believe in a higher power that meant well, but oh,
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There was really very little else to do, except stop, and Lucien didn't intend to do that if he could help it, not now, not after he'd been building up to this since the moment he met John. So really, the only thing that he could do at the doctor's hoarse request was to rock his hips and ease in deeper. His palm came up to John's face, stroking the side of his cheek as he made soothing noises to him. "That's it... I know, I know...." His thumb smoothed over John's parted lips, a twist and a heavy beat in his chest as the sight of him with his head thrown back made his pulse rush. His thumb drifted down to his chin and applied gentle pressure to tilt his head back down. Then he could lean in and kiss him fully on the mouth; tasting and catching his lips between his own, punctuating the kisses with moans in the back of his throat as he drove deeper with each shallow stroke
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Between Lucien pressing in and the soothing, affectionate touches to his face, John felt absolutely apart. And they had barely even begun. But it all felt so good, the slow push in combined with Lucien's words and kisses heating John up from the inside out. Anymore of this and he would spontaneously combust, and yet it wasn't enough, not yet, not nearly, not ever, he would always want more, if this is what it was like, he want this forever. Hearing the other man's moans of pleasure, feeling his restraint and knowing he was just as affected, just as agonizingly turned on, that Lucien was right there with him, God, it was brilliant"Lucien," John whispered, hot and breathless, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world to reach down and wrap his fingers around his leaking cock as Lucien began to find a rhythm. The dual sensation sent a shock through John's body, and he bit down on his lip for a moment, which did absolutely nothing to stop the broken cry torn from him. His free hand reached out, helplessly, fingers digging into
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Oh god! That bursting feeling, and thank fuck it was in his chest and not lower down. Hell no, he wasn't going to end this just yet, not from words. Though, they were hot words, words that made Lucien want to growl and fuck John into the mattress. Which was good, as that was exactly what John was asking for
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It was so good, it was too good, it was too much, and yet never enough. John's body felt absolutely assaulted, overwhelmed, so many unknown sensations crashing down on him, relentlessly, as Lucien began to fuck him in earnest. John did not know himself to be a very vocal lover; he was focused, always had been, on whatever woman he'd been with, making sure she received her pleasure before he began to chase down his own with an almost quiet intent. Not now. Not like this. Afterwards, he might feel like hiding his face in the pillow, he was fucking shameless. Lust-filled moans and soft cries accompanying nearly every one of Lucien's hard thrusts, but God, if he did not vocalize this intense pleasure in some way, he might just shatter before ever reaching the end.
"Lucien," he groaned, his hand a blur on his cock as he desperately attempted to stroke himself to completion. Close, so close... "Fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meJohn's orgasm, perhaps fittingly, was a silent one. The sheer force with which it hit him robbed him of breath
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Lucien stared with blown pupils as the first stuttering spurts of creamy fluid burst from the tip of John's cock, then more, a pulsing stream that sometimes was lost under John's fist as he continued to stroke himself through his orgasm. The rosy pink head of his cock glistened, milky come trailing down his knuckles and streaked across his stomach, and Lucien drank in the sight like he'd never watched a man climax before. He felt like he hadn't, he felt like this was the best porn he'd ever watched. The best because even as his eyes drank in the sight of John coming undone beneath him, he could feel the shudders of his orgasm trembling through his body, and the rhythmic tightening of his internal muscles, undulating and squeezing his length as he continued to fuck him, hips pistoning of their own accord, seeking to bury his cock deep inside John and let the other man milk his own climax from him.
"Fuck..." His voice was gravelly and thick. His balls tightened and the pulsing heat spread through him as John began to relax. Now. Now.
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John watched in amazement as Lucien's reached his own climax, a delicious aftershock running through his own body at the sight. Oh, but Lucien was beautiful like this, coming apart, lost in pleasure, with his cock buried deep inside of John, John's name falling from his lips... A feeling of triumph and possession washed over him. Yes, yes, he wanted that, wanted Lucien to be just as overcome by him as he was by Lucien. He wanted to hear his name on Lucien's lips over and over like this, wanted to know he was at the center of all that pleasure.
He could see and feel the tension leaving Lucien's body as the last waves of his orgasm settled, and John reached out, drawing the other man safely into his arms. He shifted a little, and stilled, realization suddenly dawning, with no small amount of horror. He glanced sideways, and there it was, lying on the nightstand, mocking him. Condom. They'd forgotten the condom. Oh, shit. He paled, but tried his best not to freak out just yet. But it was hard not to. How had they forgotten? They, two
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Sticky, but sated, Lucien let his body drop. First, he rested over John while his chest heaved and his mind fought to kick back into some clearer, less primal level of operating. He pressed his face under the corner of John's jaw, tilting his head to kiss John's hot, damp skin, the taste of salt lingering on his lips when he licked them. He made a satisfied noise against the other man's ear, the overwhelming tenderness towards John that he was feeling right due to post-orgasm bliss. Yeah, it was probably that. Already half out, he shift his hips to pull the rest of the way out and then slid to the side, still resting against the furnace of John's body, still tangled up with him and in no hurry to pull apart further than necessary. Would he ask him to stay the night? He found himself hoping so. He could happily drift off like this; pressed up against him, a tangle of limbs
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John had no way of knowing if Lucien was speaking the truth; no way whatsoever. His mind was running a million miles an hour, mapping out all the likely scenarios. Whether he was telling the truth or not, John would want to get tested... or so he thought. God, where had all his reason gone when it came to his man? Looking into those brown eyes, John believed him, without question, and where did that kind of faith even come from? What the bloody hell was it even based on? But then, none of this had made any real sense so far. Why would it make any sense now? All John knew was how he felt. And, looking into Lucien's eyes now, what he felt was relief, his mind silenced alongside his worry
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"Next time?" Despite the lingering self-rebuking, there came another little surge in his stomach, fluttering almost, and to be honest it probably felt even better because seconds before he'd been so certain that he'd fucked this up irreversibly. It seemed to Lucien that John wasn't one to say things like this off the cuff or lightly; so far every promise he'd made, words that other men might have thrown away without ever intending to follow through on them, he'd kept. Lucien rested his hand on the other man's chest, far enough away from the scar on his shoulder not to trouble it, the heel of his palm just faintly picking up his heartbeat if he pressed gently.
Amused, he bit his lip, pulling the skin slowly as a smile grew on his face. It wasn't entirely mock innocence, with a measure of contrition thrown in as well; some of it was genuine. Guilt. Yes, he was guilty. The ending could have gone better, he'd wanted it to be perfect, and there was no denying, potentially, how big a fuck up this could have been. However, the fact that
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"Another," he rasped, cheeks burning at the sound of his own voice and the wanton way in which his body began to respond to Lucien's administrations. But now was not the time to feel self-conscious about such things, or once again wonder about the implications of this strange journey he and Lucien had seemed to embark on. Right now it was his body responding to Lucien's touch, Lucien's voice, Lucien's very presence, and the desire to connect, to drown even further in sensation. "Give me another," he repeated, a shiver running down his spine at Lucien's voice so close to his ear.
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"God... John..." Lucien closed his eyes, the intimacy not lost on him. It might be something that he's done to many other men, many times before, but never to this man, this man, who's never been touched like this and teased open before. It was intimate, and even though he was bursting to move on to the next step, Lucien felt something unique in this moment, a sense of gratification all of its own. "You're something..." Special... "Just... Something..." He ( ... )
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"Ngh--" he began eloquently when the head of Lucien's cock made it past the loosened ring. He threw his head back, lips parted as he gasped, trying his best to relax and not clench up. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." John was not a religious man by any standard, he'd seen too many horrible things to believe in a higher power that meant well, but oh, ( ... )
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"Lucien," he groaned, his hand a blur on his cock as he desperately attempted to stroke himself to completion. Close, so close... "Fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meJohn's orgasm, perhaps fittingly, was a silent one. The sheer force with which it hit him robbed him of breath ( ... )
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"Fuck..." His voice was gravelly and thick. His balls tightened and the pulsing heat spread through him as John began to relax. Now. Now. ( ... )
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He could see and feel the tension leaving Lucien's body as the last waves of his orgasm settled, and John reached out, drawing the other man safely into his arms. He shifted a little, and stilled, realization suddenly dawning, with no small amount of horror. He glanced sideways, and there it was, lying on the nightstand, mocking him. Condom. They'd forgotten the condom. Oh, shit. He paled, but tried his best not to freak out just yet. But it was hard not to. How had they forgotten? They, two ( ... )
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Amused, he bit his lip, pulling the skin slowly as a smile grew on his face. It wasn't entirely mock innocence, with a measure of contrition thrown in as well; some of it was genuine. Guilt. Yes, he was guilty. The ending could have gone better, he'd wanted it to be perfect, and there was no denying, potentially, how big a fuck up this could have been. However, the fact that ( ... )
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