[Which is a lie; he does, sometimes, depending. For all intents and purposes, Solomon should be seeing himself out -- climbing into the available bed after everything he's seen and heard regarding JJ today.
But hopefully he's tired himself out. He has learned, categorically, all about JJ from his earliest memories. Or in reverse order...whatever.]
Has your opinion plummeted already? This is your fault, you know.
[He bows his head forward, forehead pressing to JJ's.]
The extra result must be a product of your questionable habits.
[ Cute. JJ looks endeared when Solomon leans forward, finding something about his words and behaviour oddly cute. And he doesn't seem the least bit admonished when Solomon tries to shift the blame onto him, cheerful when he replies, ] Sure.
[ And then he rolls them over. It's not an abrupt or aggressive movement, instead a slow push like he expects that Solomon will oblige him because—well, JJ's used to getting his way. He's gentle as he eases Solomon onto his back, sitting up so that he can observe him for a moment.
Despite having spent most of the evening together, he hadn't really formed much of an opinion on Solomon or spared him too much thought. (He's too preoccupied with thoughts about himself.) Now however, he takes the time to look him over, considering. ]
I'm not against it.
[ Just so Solomon is aware he's in a position of privilege. JJ leans back down once he's done evaluating—Solomon is pretty, attractive physically and most of all, he's teasing and dry in a way that's earned JJ's interest. And his heart might be beating a little quicker than usual, but he looks completely at ease otherwise, appearing for a second as though he plans to copy Solomon's earlier move to press their foreheads together, but choosing instead, without really thinking about it, to press their mouths together instead, the gesture almost curious. ]
[It's a simple enough motion to flow with; they're swapping positions. There's no resistance to be had, and he's settling on his back, slightly askew from how JJ'd been. Maybe this entire thing will be good for him. Open JJ up to the idea of LEARNING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE and to SHUT THE HELL UP once in a while.
Or maybe it'll give him a bigger head.
He's tilting his head back as if to avoid the inevitable forehead bump. A similar evaluation's come and gone. JJ's visually appealing, may serve to benefit him in the future (not with his looks) and while he comes across as semi-brain-dead (touring him about without care, INVITING HIM INSIDE...), it's -- something they can work on.
His eyes close automatically as JJ leans in, though it doesn't fully occur to him re: what step two might entail. Even so, with only slight hesitance, his lips purse against the opposing pair, slight and experimental. A hand comes up to cradle the side of his head in the process, fingertips reaching and bending against the shell of his ear, urging some weight without actually PULLING him down. It's a suggestion, nothing more.]
[ It's a suggestion that's well met, and JJ doesn't hesitate to bear his weight down against Solomon more firmly, curiosity being steadily replaced by desire as the kiss turns open mouth, the sudden heat a shock as much as it a delight. The entire thing is only vaguely reminiscent of his time with Isabella—he'd kissed her plenty of times, and once or twice they'd even pressed up together after a couple glasses of champagne, his hands trailing down her sides. Those instances had been few and far in between: JJ had a reputation to keep and live up to. Even then, he'd never climbed on top of her, never pressed her down against a bed while their lips steadily bruised together.
But he'd wanted to. Discipline and self-restraint are routine in the life of an athlete, extending beyond professional into his personal life, so he knew how to sidestep any desire that ran like a current under his skin. Now however, there's nothing and no one stopping him. Other than Solomon himself, and he doesn't seem all that opposed.
Though JJ isn't against making sure that's the case.
He sits back up to survey the scene, looking a little too pleased, but JJ's always been motivated by ego. His hands travel from where they'd settled on Solomon's shoulders, brushing over his neck before moving down his torso until he's pushing the very shirt he'd lent Solomon up, enjoying the lack of resistance. His movements are still playful, almost like he's toying with him. ]
You can get comfortable. [ He says this while pushing the shirt further up, obviously expecting Solomon to comply, and looking cheeky as he does. ] I don't want you to complain about me being a bad host afterward.
He gives chase, though it's slight. Rising from the bed to catch and rekindle that kiss. He'll settle for a light pull, then flop heavily back into place. He'd like not to seem so desperate here, even as starved as he's been for this sort of selfish affection.
He'll settle, for the moment, on staring up at JJ, studying him expectantly. He could easily flip their circumstances again, urge something immediate and brief....but for now, he'll remain pinned beneath that gaze. His shirt rides up under the demand of that exploratory hand, his hips rise slightly to his service. His stomach isn't quite as defined as JJ's is...fuckin sport ass. He's thin, unremarkably lean. A true Twink, If you Will.]
I don't think you'll have to fuss over that.
[He will eventually rise up onto his elbows, then push himself up further, situation JJ in his lap as a result. He won't try anything questionable -- a tease in and of itself. He's just helping to get that shirt of his off. Eliminating any snags....]
[ It's a good thing Solomon is so desperate, because there's nothing JJ enjoys more than the feeling of being wanted. He's always been a bit of a flirt for that very reason, even on Earth when he had been loyal to Isabella, he would still go to parties, throw his arm around pretty girls, boast about his medals and achievements and enjoy the way attraction would spark.
Solomon isn't as well-muscled as him, but that's all right. JJ's used to being the most attractive person in the room. ]
Yeah, I picked up on that. [ He says that with cheer that might be inappropriate coming from someone currently in the process of ridding Solomon of his clothes. ] It's really cute how you followed me home. Must've been love at first sight, eh?
[ He doesn't bother to wait for a response, since he knows that Solomon would only agree with him, instead dipping down to press their mouths together again. It's still his favourite part so far, the most familiar to him, yet distinctly different: open mouthed and warm, just like his hands trailing down Solomon's now bare chest, more intent to his actions than there had been before. His breath hitches slightly, only when his when his weight presses more heavily down against Solomon's lap.
The grin that spreads over his lips is quick to break their kiss, fingers now inching lower to hook in the waistband of Solomon's pyjamas. ]
[Ah...he's being described as a lost puppy now. He's more like a reluctant tourist, a pigeon that became tame by the old woman constantly visiting the pond to feed it bread scraps. JJ'd be doing himself a favor in not goading him as a way of fluffing himself. He thinks to bite him for all of a second.
He doesn't, not yet. He probably won't. He shouldn't have to weigh it as an option soon enough.]
Is that how it felt for you?
[His lips purse, slotted against JJ's once more. He's needy within the kiss, wanting it to last if only because it means he'll be quiet for a bit. A soft noise works into their liplock, a press of tongue finds the seam of his mouth but he won't pry past. There's a lot happening--]
--They were just lent to me.
[Impatience of youth...horiness of youth...whatever. A hand falls to rest in the dip of his back, his other, slightly lower. He may be a gentleman, but he's gotta match this fuckers pace. He's not denying him, not declining the option of going pantsless right now, but he's got a Grown Boy in his lap. Maneuverability's come into question.]
[ That's cute, and JJ gives Solomon a pleased grin and no trouble for his politeness, shifting so that he can slide Solomon's pyjamas off. He does it would be ceremony or seduction, mostly because the male form isn't enough to really excite him on its own. Nudity is par for the course when you're an athlete who spends days at the gym.
Despite that, he can feel the nerves welling up, leaving him more jittery in ways that he hopes aren't obvious. He's not sure what he expected when he imagined this finally happening for him—maybe alcohol and a haze of lust; the inability to think clearly and reflect on the weight of his actions.
But his thoughts are perfectly clear now, and the way his hands smooth over Solomon's sides, the way he leans forward again to press his mouth against Solomon's collarbone is purposeful not instinctual. He's eager because he's curious, and because he wants this. He'd wanted it when he had been with Isabella, but had refrained out of respect for his faith. But the storm had taken everything from his former life, and what's he supposed to do at 19, probably 20 by now, and in the prime of his youth? Waste away waiting for something that might not even exist anymore?
In school, his friends would giggle and coo over hickies, but he'd never left one on someone until now, and when he pulls away, he decides he likes the way it looks, delighted at how easy it is to turn his skin bright red. JJ has no desire to stake claim over Solomon, but he still likes to show off, so it's not a surprise that he drops a quick placating kiss on Solomon's lips before deciding he wants to leave more; as if pressing small bruises into his skin is the same as leaving gifts. By the time he's done—thanks for your patience Solomon, you're a bro—there are several little marks over his chest and throat. ]
You're actually pretty cute.
[ He's weirdly into that, and it shows on his face when his hands settle on either side of Solomon's head so that he can hover over him, caging him in as he contemplates his next move. ]
[Has JJ ever seen someone so pasty and white be naked before tho? In any case, he'll lift his legs, maneuver around as needed to help in shedding those pants. He doesn't think for a moment that he's dealing with a virgin. Not with the way he boasts, not with how easy this entire thing had been -- no offense. He doesn't play the part well, and maybe it's all part of his naivety, but he's fairly certain he must be JJ's fourteenth partner, maybe, though he hadn't mentioned a single one in his lifestory retelling.
It's in poor form to do that anyway, while in the midst of a pursuit. His head tilts back in offering, cranes to the side as he's marked. It's...
An odd feeling; it prompts some initial tensing. He's not really used to the concept of marking just for marking. Feeding, yes, hence the tensing. As it were, JJ turns out to be relatively normal -- not monstrous at all. The following kiss very nearly leaves him blushing, and he remains still for the added bruising, fingers combing through his hair during the process of in several encouraging strokes.
It is, collectively, a bizarre sensation. It leaves the hairs on his arm standing to attention, something knots in his stomach...]
Well, aren't you getting attached.
[hA ha. Ha....he'll drag his legs up with that, counter-caging him between his knees, feet pressed flat to the mattress. A perfect birthing position.]
Or maybe you're just eager.
[Is this foreplay? A hand remains trained to the back of JJ's head, another traces his lower lip with a thumb.]
[ Solomon might be white and pasty, but JJ looks absolutely charmed, feeling his face go warm when Solomon swipes that thumb across his lip but he's not shy. Instead he's inexplicably curious—excited by it all. His gaze is intent on Solomon's face, watching his reactions and almost hungry to draw out more. He's never had any particular interest in pornography, but he has to admit to hear some of those sultry sounds would certainly stroke his ego. ]
Why wouldn't I be? Don't you think you're worth the enthusiasm?
[ The charm comes easily to him, even if it's cheesy, and he winks playfully at Solomon again before he leans down for another kiss, not gentle in the least about it. He could kiss for days. The current of heat it sends through him is addictive, and he loves how soft Solomon's mouth is, obliging, and how easy it is to slide a hand into his hair, tilt his head like a doll.
And then his hips drop, and he gasps, blushing in earnest now because that's new and foreign (and flattering!!), and though nothing else had succeeded so far, but the feeling of them grinding together gets him to halt, something instinctive inside him reminding him of what he's not allowed. It's obscene, and while it feels good, it's not supposed to be him that surrenders to those inclinations. Except then, he presses forward again, mouth falling open, and he forgets about it.
No one cares. (Not one cares about this yaoi.) No one cares when JJ presses against Solomon harder, kisses him harder, leaves more marks along his shoulders. No one cares and it helps him chase away the lingering guilt when he manoeuvres away the rest of their clothing—more fumbling now, and maybe more obvious in his inexperience though he does his best to distract Solomon with more and more breathless kisses—and presses in closer than he's ever been to anyone before. There's no lightning crashing down to smite him except the electric feel of wherever they meet, and by the time they're done, his forehead pressed against Solomon's shoulder as he breathes in soft pants, JJ doesn't care much either. ]
Give me about five minutes. [ He starts, dragging over so that he can press his forehead to Solomon's instead, bright eyes delighted and determined. ] And then we can do it again.
[ He kind of gets it now?? Why people hook up all the time? And this is only his first go at it, so there's still plenty to practice and explore!! ]
[The amount of kisses they've shared, for someone who shys away from the act entirely (implications of such a thing are bothersome, superfluous). Yet, he's still obliging, not turning away. He'll offer his shoulder, offer whatever he'd like, really. It's a little embarrassing. He's ill-equipped to deal with someone so warm while simultaneously: annoying.
The latter making him feel less guilty about raking his blunt nails down the back of JJ's neck causing thin welts to rise in their wake. It's a repetitive motion each time their hips come together, occasionally complemented by a soft sound, a word of urgency or approval. The last time he'd done this, things were much more clinical, matter of fact. It happened because he hadn't much control over it and was decidedly unpleasant. Warmth brews between them, there's some winding on his behalf, but not any relief to be had. Rather, he's just wrapped a hand around his dick to hasten the process, his other death-gripping the base of JJ's skull--
He may have felt something warm enter him. Maybe. It was something he'd ignored, overlooked JJ's abrupt exhaustion. Semi-exhaustion -- it's all questionable, really. Having sex with an athlete is difficult to keep up with, as it were.]
I've just given you five minutes.
[Kind of an insult, he's a little assblasted (lol) as it were, but only a little. Their foreheads meet and he tilts his chin up, catching JJ's fuller lip with his teeth, just ghosting them across that soft flesh before nudging past with his tongue, still jerkin himself beneath the sheet. He's got some catching up to do...the obvious result of getting banged by a terrible novice. 🙄]
[ Considering that JJ had never expected a nameless hook up to play any part in his life, it makes sense that some of the etiquette is lost on him. Well, not some, most of it is, and he's distracted enough by the way Solomon's keeps indulging him in easy kisses that it takes him a moment to notice the motion of his hand rustling the sheets against his stomach.
That's embarrassing.
Or at least, it should be. For the most part, JJ is just curious, fascinated that things didn't go exactly as they usually did in the movies. Also, he's a little shit sometimes, and it's obvious that he doesn't feel any remorse at all as he covers Solomon's hand with his own, stopping his movements. ]
Oh, you're not done?
[ He pulls back, sitting up so that he can give Solomon a contemplative look. ]
I guess I should give you a blowjob or something? [ Or something. ] I've never done that either though, so you might have to demonstrate first.
[ Anyway, I don't feel bad for Solomon because he's an asshole. ]
[There are about seventeen thoughts and prayers that cross his mind between JJ's initial, unnecessary question and his follow-up statement.
And then seventeen more. Certainly he's joking about needing a demonstration. Certainly he's too tired to work himself up to the point of completion so soon????]
I won't force you.
[Politely enough, while drawing his arms back, propping himself onto his elbows. Whatever...dude...]
Especially if it's something you haven't tried before.
[But. What even does he mean by Either. Never done that either. He's quiet, providing nothing more than a look............]
[ To say that JJ is ready to go again is probably an exaggeration. Or at least, physically ready to go again, he doesn't seem fatigued in the least, and his expression remains as eager as ever. The thought of working his way down Solomon's body isn't particularly daunting, even with his lack of experience, and he's sure that he'll pick it up with as much ease as he does everything else, though he supposes that he should at least consider Solomon's opinion.
He meets that look with a smile, his hold on Solomon tightening gently, hand starting to work again in lazy strokes. ]
But none of this is anything I've tried before, and you didn't seem to mind that much.
[ It doesn't even occur to him that Solomon might be unaware that he's a virgin, but it's typical of JJ to walk around assuming that people are obsessed with knowing everything about him. ]
[Solomon can only ascertain that having never done this before means that JJ hasn't tried screwing around with another man before. It's vague enough that he doesn't dwell, allows himself to immerse in the attention he's receiving. His hips roll up once or twice, a soft sigh marks a specific swelling, dick pulsing up to attention once more.
He may or may not have lost his boner in JJ's Trump-like inconsideration.]
It isn't so different from being with a woman.
[Murmured falsely?! While sitting up a bit further, seeking out JJ's mouth with his own. It's totally different, but if his company minded so much they wouldn't still be going at it, hmph.]
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[Which is a lie; he does, sometimes, depending. For all intents and purposes, Solomon should be seeing himself out -- climbing into the available bed after everything he's seen and heard regarding JJ today.
But hopefully he's tired himself out. He has learned, categorically, all about JJ from his earliest memories. Or in reverse order...whatever.]
Has your opinion plummeted already? This is your fault, you know.
[He bows his head forward, forehead pressing to JJ's.]
The extra result must be a product of your questionable habits.
[HE'S FRENCH BTW.]
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[ And then he rolls them over. It's not an abrupt or aggressive movement, instead a slow push like he expects that Solomon will oblige him because—well, JJ's used to getting his way. He's gentle as he eases Solomon onto his back, sitting up so that he can observe him for a moment.
Despite having spent most of the evening together, he hadn't really formed much of an opinion on Solomon or spared him too much thought. (He's too preoccupied with thoughts about himself.) Now however, he takes the time to look him over, considering. ]
I'm not against it.
[ Just so Solomon is aware he's in a position of privilege. JJ leans back down once he's done evaluating—Solomon is pretty, attractive physically and most of all, he's teasing and dry in a way that's earned JJ's interest. And his heart might be beating a little quicker than usual, but he looks completely at ease otherwise, appearing for a second as though he plans to copy Solomon's earlier move to press their foreheads together, but choosing instead, without really thinking about it, to press their mouths together instead, the gesture almost curious. ]
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Or maybe it'll give him a bigger head.
He's tilting his head back as if to avoid the inevitable forehead bump. A similar evaluation's come and gone. JJ's visually appealing, may serve to benefit him in the future (not with his looks) and while he comes across as semi-brain-dead (touring him about without care, INVITING HIM INSIDE...), it's -- something they can work on.
His eyes close automatically as JJ leans in, though it doesn't fully occur to him re: what step two might entail. Even so, with only slight hesitance, his lips purse against the opposing pair, slight and experimental. A hand comes up to cradle the side of his head in the process, fingertips reaching and bending against the shell of his ear, urging some weight without actually PULLING him down. It's a suggestion, nothing more.]
please stop
But he'd wanted to. Discipline and self-restraint are routine in the life of an athlete, extending beyond professional into his personal life, so he knew how to sidestep any desire that ran like a current under his skin. Now however, there's nothing and no one stopping him. Other than Solomon himself, and he doesn't seem all that opposed.
Though JJ isn't against making sure that's the case.
He sits back up to survey the scene, looking a little too pleased, but JJ's always been motivated by ego. His hands travel from where they'd settled on Solomon's shoulders, brushing over his neck before moving down his torso until he's pushing the very shirt he'd lent Solomon up, enjoying the lack of resistance. His movements are still playful, almost like he's toying with him. ]
You can get comfortable. [ He says this while pushing the shirt further up, obviously expecting Solomon to comply, and looking cheeky as he does. ] I don't want you to complain about me being a bad host afterward.
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He gives chase, though it's slight. Rising from the bed to catch and rekindle that kiss. He'll settle for a light pull, then flop heavily back into place. He'd like not to seem so desperate here, even as starved as he's been for this sort of selfish affection.
He'll settle, for the moment, on staring up at JJ, studying him expectantly. He could easily flip their circumstances again, urge something immediate and brief....but for now, he'll remain pinned beneath that gaze. His shirt rides up under the demand of that exploratory hand, his hips rise slightly to his service. His stomach isn't quite as defined as JJ's is...fuckin sport ass. He's thin, unremarkably lean. A true Twink, If you Will.]
I don't think you'll have to fuss over that.
[He will eventually rise up onto his elbows, then push himself up further, situation JJ in his lap as a result. He won't try anything questionable -- a tease in and of itself. He's just helping to get that shirt of his off. Eliminating any snags....]
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Solomon isn't as well-muscled as him, but that's all right. JJ's used to being the most attractive person in the room. ]
Yeah, I picked up on that. [ He says that with cheer that might be inappropriate coming from someone currently in the process of ridding Solomon of his clothes. ] It's really cute how you followed me home. Must've been love at first sight, eh?
[ He doesn't bother to wait for a response, since he knows that Solomon would only agree with him, instead dipping down to press their mouths together again. It's still his favourite part so far, the most familiar to him, yet distinctly different: open mouthed and warm, just like his hands trailing down Solomon's now bare chest, more intent to his actions than there had been before. His breath hitches slightly, only when his when his weight presses more heavily down against Solomon's lap.
The grin that spreads over his lips is quick to break their kiss, fingers now inching lower to hook in the waistband of Solomon's pyjamas. ]
Can I get rid of these too?
[ Just chalk his impatience up to youth... ]
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He doesn't, not yet. He probably won't. He shouldn't have to weigh it as an option soon enough.]
Is that how it felt for you?
[His lips purse, slotted against JJ's once more. He's needy within the kiss, wanting it to last if only because it means he'll be quiet for a bit. A soft noise works into their liplock, a press of tongue finds the seam of his mouth but he won't pry past. There's a lot happening--]
--They were just lent to me.
[Impatience of youth...horiness of youth...whatever. A hand falls to rest in the dip of his back, his other, slightly lower. He may be a gentleman, but he's gotta match this fuckers pace. He's not denying him, not declining the option of going pantsless right now, but he's got a Grown Boy in his lap. Maneuverability's come into question.]
Sit back, would you?
[The query's not without an ass-squeeze.]
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Despite that, he can feel the nerves welling up, leaving him more jittery in ways that he hopes aren't obvious. He's not sure what he expected when he imagined this finally happening for him—maybe alcohol and a haze of lust; the inability to think clearly and reflect on the weight of his actions.
But his thoughts are perfectly clear now, and the way his hands smooth over Solomon's sides, the way he leans forward again to press his mouth against Solomon's collarbone is purposeful not instinctual. He's eager because he's curious, and because he wants this. He'd wanted it when he had been with Isabella, but had refrained out of respect for his faith. But the storm had taken everything from his former life, and what's he supposed to do at 19, probably 20 by now, and in the prime of his youth? Waste away waiting for something that might not even exist anymore?
In school, his friends would giggle and coo over hickies, but he'd never left one on someone until now, and when he pulls away, he decides he likes the way it looks, delighted at how easy it is to turn his skin bright red. JJ has no desire to stake claim over Solomon, but he still likes to show off, so it's not a surprise that he drops a quick placating kiss on Solomon's lips before deciding he wants to leave more; as if pressing small bruises into his skin is the same as leaving gifts. By the time he's done—thanks for your patience Solomon, you're a bro—there are several little marks over his chest and throat. ]
You're actually pretty cute.
[ He's weirdly into that, and it shows on his face when his hands settle on either side of Solomon's head so that he can hover over him, caging him in as he contemplates his next move. ]
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It's in poor form to do that anyway, while in the midst of a pursuit. His head tilts back in offering, cranes to the side as he's marked. It's...
An odd feeling; it prompts some initial tensing. He's not really used to the concept of marking just for marking. Feeding, yes, hence the tensing. As it were, JJ turns out to be relatively normal -- not monstrous at all. The following kiss very nearly leaves him blushing, and he remains still for the added bruising, fingers combing through his hair during the process of in several encouraging strokes.
It is, collectively, a bizarre sensation. It leaves the hairs on his arm standing to attention, something knots in his stomach...]
Well, aren't you getting attached.
[hA ha. Ha....he'll drag his legs up with that, counter-caging him between his knees, feet pressed flat to the mattress. A perfect birthing position.]
Or maybe you're just eager.
[Is this foreplay? A hand remains trained to the back of JJ's head, another traces his lower lip with a thumb.]
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Why wouldn't I be? Don't you think you're worth the enthusiasm?
[ The charm comes easily to him, even if it's cheesy, and he winks playfully at Solomon again before he leans down for another kiss, not gentle in the least about it. He could kiss for days. The current of heat it sends through him is addictive, and he loves how soft Solomon's mouth is, obliging, and how easy it is to slide a hand into his hair, tilt his head like a doll.
And then his hips drop, and he gasps, blushing in earnest now because that's new and foreign (and flattering!!), and though nothing else had succeeded so far, but the feeling of them grinding together gets him to halt, something instinctive inside him reminding him of what he's not allowed. It's obscene, and while it feels good, it's not supposed to be him that surrenders to those inclinations. Except then, he presses forward again, mouth falling open, and he forgets about it.
No one cares. (Not one cares about this yaoi.) No one cares when JJ presses against Solomon harder, kisses him harder, leaves more marks along his shoulders. No one cares and it helps him chase away the lingering guilt when he manoeuvres away the rest of their clothing—more fumbling now, and maybe more obvious in his inexperience though he does his best to distract Solomon with more and more breathless kisses—and presses in closer than he's ever been to anyone before. There's no lightning crashing down to smite him except the electric feel of wherever they meet, and by the time they're done, his forehead pressed against Solomon's shoulder as he breathes in soft pants, JJ doesn't care much either. ]
Give me about five minutes. [ He starts, dragging over so that he can press his forehead to Solomon's instead, bright eyes delighted and determined. ] And then we can do it again.
[ He kind of gets it now?? Why people hook up all the time? And this is only his first go at it, so there's still plenty to practice and explore!! ]
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The latter making him feel less guilty about raking his blunt nails down the back of JJ's neck causing thin welts to rise in their wake. It's a repetitive motion each time their hips come together, occasionally complemented by a soft sound, a word of urgency or approval. The last time he'd done this, things were much more clinical, matter of fact. It happened because he hadn't much control over it and was decidedly unpleasant. Warmth brews between them, there's some winding on his behalf, but not any relief to be had. Rather, he's just wrapped a hand around his dick to hasten the process, his other death-gripping the base of JJ's skull--
He may have felt something warm enter him. Maybe. It was something he'd ignored, overlooked JJ's abrupt exhaustion. Semi-exhaustion -- it's all questionable, really. Having sex with an athlete is difficult to keep up with, as it were.]
I've just given you five minutes.
[Kind of an insult, he's a little assblasted (lol) as it were, but only a little. Their foreheads meet and he tilts his chin up, catching JJ's fuller lip with his teeth, just ghosting them across that soft flesh before nudging past with his tongue, still jerkin himself beneath the sheet. He's got some catching up to do...the obvious result of getting banged by a terrible novice. 🙄]
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That's embarrassing.
Or at least, it should be. For the most part, JJ is just curious, fascinated that things didn't go exactly as they usually did in the movies. Also, he's a little shit sometimes, and it's obvious that he doesn't feel any remorse at all as he covers Solomon's hand with his own, stopping his movements. ]
Oh, you're not done?
[ He pulls back, sitting up so that he can give Solomon a contemplative look. ]
I guess I should give you a blowjob or something? [ Or something. ] I've never done that either though, so you might have to demonstrate first.
[ Anyway, I don't feel bad for Solomon because he's an asshole. ]
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And then seventeen more. Certainly he's joking about needing a demonstration. Certainly he's too tired to work himself up to the point of completion so soon????]
I won't force you.
[Politely enough, while drawing his arms back, propping himself onto his elbows. Whatever...dude...]
Especially if it's something you haven't tried before.
[But. What even does he mean by Either. Never done that either. He's quiet, providing nothing more than a look............]
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[ To say that JJ is ready to go again is probably an exaggeration. Or at least, physically ready to go again, he doesn't seem fatigued in the least, and his expression remains as eager as ever. The thought of working his way down Solomon's body isn't particularly daunting, even with his lack of experience, and he's sure that he'll pick it up with as much ease as he does everything else, though he supposes that he should at least consider Solomon's opinion.
He meets that look with a smile, his hold on Solomon tightening gently, hand starting to work again in lazy strokes. ]
But none of this is anything I've tried before, and you didn't seem to mind that much.
[ It doesn't even occur to him that Solomon might be unaware that he's a virgin, but it's typical of JJ to walk around assuming that people are obsessed with knowing everything about him. ]
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He may or may not have lost his boner in JJ's Trump-like inconsideration.]
It isn't so different from being with a woman.
[Murmured falsely?! While sitting up a bit further, seeking out JJ's mouth with his own. It's totally different, but if his company minded so much they wouldn't still be going at it, hmph.]