[ and there he is, laughing again, the sound thick and high and born of shock. Jesus. fuck coming from Thomas still isn't something he's over, the incongruence of it, the contradiction between the stark roughness of that word and his suitjackets and his ties— but when that's amplified by if you wouldn't mind -
phrased as though there's any chance of him having an issue or a conflict of calendar, like it might be inconvenient somehow. ]
You can't just if you wouldn't mind me.
[ when you're asking him to fuck you. but John's mouth is already following off down Thomas' throat. no. no, he wouldn't mind. because as funny as that was, it was also fucking hot. John thinks back on it with the distance of a few second's hindsight and I'd quite like it if you fucked me again has his voice rumble hoarsely in his chest. ]
I suppose it's not too much hassle.
[ see what he means, Thomas? there's humour in it, low and rough as it is, and he abandons the trail of lips he's winding down the column of Thomas' throat so he can pull back, sliding half off the sofa and back to his feet but not letting go of the tie still loosely caught about Thomas' neck, giving it an encouraging tug (hang tight, he's coming back) before releasing him and withdrawing from him altogether.
if they're going to take it as far as that, they're going to need some supplies. helpfully, they're in a doctor's office at your friendly neighbourhood brothel, and he's nothing if not well stocked. ]
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phrased as though there's any chance of him having an issue or a conflict of calendar, like it might be inconvenient somehow. ]
You can't just if you wouldn't mind me.
[ when you're asking him to fuck you. but John's mouth is already following off down Thomas' throat. no. no, he wouldn't mind. because as funny as that was, it was also fucking hot. John thinks back on it with the distance of a few second's hindsight and I'd quite like it if you fucked me again has his voice rumble hoarsely in his chest. ]
I suppose it's not too much hassle.
[ see what he means, Thomas? there's humour in it, low and rough as it is, and he abandons the trail of lips he's winding down the column of Thomas' throat so he can pull back, sliding half off the sofa and back to his feet but not letting go of the tie still loosely caught about Thomas' neck, giving it an encouraging tug (hang tight, he's coming back) before releasing him and withdrawing from him altogether.
if they're going to take it as far as that, they're going to need some supplies. helpfully, they're in a doctor's office at your friendly neighbourhood brothel, and he's nothing if not well stocked. ]