[John and Bobby] Hitting a homerun (Jan 27)

[prodigalflame]

It was a night like many other nights. John got home from classes with a grumble that mostly disappeared when he saw Bobby. He heated up the pumpkin soup he'd cooked the night before, and declared it better the second time. His grumbling returned when he retreated to the study to pore over open books, make jagged notes on several different pads and promptly strike them all out. Turning to marking and taking some notes on the tutorial discussion he'd lead earlier that day went better; as he told Bobby, he did actually like the 'dingbats', as he called them, although John could never quite imagine himself being that young.

And like most nights, it had ended up with John feeling a lot better by sitting in Bobby's lap, fisting a hand in Bobby's hair, and making out like it it was going out of style.

"You're really good at kissing," John declared, pressing lighter kisses to Bobby's hair, squirming a little so Bobby had to feel the way his ass moved against that crotch. "A-plus, definitely. Same for your blowjobs. And hand jobs." But there was one thing John had yet to uh, grade.

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[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby's grin widened as he leaned up to steal a brief kiss before sliding down John's body, taking his cock into a chilly mouth with no preamble and sliding his lips down the length, taking him deep. He was careful not to let the temperature of his mouth go too low--just cool enough to provide a contrasting sensation against John's warm skin. He'd read blowjob tips that suggested holding an ice cube in your mouth, well--he was an ice cube basically, so why not?

[prodigalflame]

John certainly wouldn't have said the kiss was stolen. More like freely given. Or loaned out, with interest payable in the form of sex. That grin definitely did thing to him; things that were only enhanced by the feel of that chilled mouth around his cock. "Christ," John cursed softly, legs spreading open a bit more instinctively, his ass still aching in the best sort of way. A lot of the time, John had taken control of the blowjob at this point, one hand on the back of Bobby's head. But while he did roll his hips a little, he was so sated by the sex itself, and so lost in the feel of that mouth (to say nothing of the way Bobby looked sucking dick, which John was fairly sure was way worse than any sin he'd ever learned about), that all he could do was let out a breathy, needy growl and let his head tip back on the pillow.

"You look fucking incredible," he sighed up at the ceiling, pistoning his hips a bit more, loving that up-and-down feel.

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby's lips curved into a smile around John's cock at the compliment, moving his head in sync with the motion of John's hips, lips and tongue sliding along his length, not teasing or toying with him tonight. He just wanted to make John feel as good as he'd felt a few minutes ago.

[prodigalflame]

There was a part of him - a part that typically came out after a few drinks with a twinkle in his eye and a crooked grin on his face - that thought about how good it would be to hold Bobby in place properly. Two hands on the back of his head, Bobby all but getting his mouth fucked well and good, maybe Bobby's hands tied behind his back so he couldn't struggle too much. John had done it to partners before. Even without the bondage, John tended towards roughness in sex, as in most things.

The idea of doing that with (and to) Bobby made him grunt a little in the back of his throat; because even as he was ever so careful with his boyfriend, a guy could fantasise. Swallowing thickly, he garbled out a warning before coming with a low cry, just at the moment Bobby took him all the way down again.

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby swallowed and slowly pulled his mouth away, grinning as he moved up John's body to lie next to him, curling against his side. "Yeah, I guess I could stand to do all of that again sometime," he murmured and chuckled softly, resting a hand on John's chest.