[ John. just that. it's always his bloody name, isn't it, so plain in general, that gets him moving when it comes down to it. his name, sounding like it means something. sounding like it just might be vital.
John inspects him for a moment, taking in the man sat opposite, the way his posture forms a silent gift, how well he's dressed, how neat he is - how long will it take to cause some disarray? should he, or should he try to leave him as intact as he can? he's got a job to do after this, after all.
the distance between John and Thomas is covered without haste, taking his time to cross the space, decide on the best approach. close enough and John sinks, not far, enough to rest his knee on the sofa cushion, to plant his hand into the backrest while the other catches Thomas under the chin, tilts his head back so John can bend over him to press their mouths together, firm and fast. ]
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John inspects him for a moment, taking in the man sat opposite, the way his posture forms a silent gift, how well he's dressed, how neat he is - how long will it take to cause some disarray? should he, or should he try to leave him as intact as he can? he's got a job to do after this, after all.
the distance between John and Thomas is covered without haste, taking his time to cross the space, decide on the best approach. close enough and John sinks, not far, enough to rest his knee on the sofa cushion, to plant his hand into the backrest while the other catches Thomas under the chin, tilts his head back so John can bend over him to press their mouths together, firm and fast. ]