[ thomas forces himself to stay still, to remain still. it's a close thing, he barely doesn't manage it, but john is moving, even if it isn't with the haste or urgency thomas feels — and then john holds himself above thomas, his mouth covering thomas' and john's fingers under his chin and the last of thomas' resolve crumbles.
he moans, the sound deep and low, dragged from him despite his intentions, eyes closing and face tipping up to meet john's lips. at the same time, his hands settle on john, one at the hip and the other at his back, exerting some pressure, wanting john closer, needing john's weight on top of him.
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he moans, the sound deep and low, dragged from him despite his intentions, eyes closing and face tipping up to meet john's lips. at the same time, his hands settle on john, one at the hip and the other at his back, exerting some pressure, wanting john closer, needing john's weight on top of him.
he already feels undone. ]