[ there's some measure of relief in john's expression of understanding, in not having to verbalise it any further than this, but there's also some — not shame or mortification, nothing so extreme, but something in that direction regardless at having to admit it at all.
he takes another deep breath and settles into the sofa john's gestured to. it's a small mercy brought on by old age and decades of exercising control that he isn't hard, that lust is only squirming in his stomach instead of showing outwardly, or at least not too obviously. ]
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he takes another deep breath and settles into the sofa john's gestured to. it's a small mercy brought on by old age and decades of exercising control that he isn't hard, that lust is only squirming in his stomach instead of showing outwardly, or at least not too obviously. ]
I would appreciate that.
[ god, he wants to touch john. ]