[ thomas will likely put himself back together as neatly as before, or as close to it as he can manage it, before leaving here, but right now, that is far from his mind. right now, he is focused entirely on the way john approaches him, the way he holds out his hands, not demanding but in a clear request. it's not something thomas wants to deny him. not now, maybe not ever. so he takes john's hands, moving toward him and then letting him guide thomas into another kiss.
he doesn't moan when john's thigh presses between his legs, but his breath catches audibly despite the kiss, hips rolling against john's. he might have managed to control himself well enough until he'd gotten here, but now there is no hiding that he's hard and getting harder, blood flow directed to his cock and the friction of john's leg against him, the pleasure of john's hands on his arse pulling him closer only serve to make him fill out even more. ]
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he doesn't moan when john's thigh presses between his legs, but his breath catches audibly despite the kiss, hips rolling against john's. he might have managed to control himself well enough until he'd gotten here, but now there is no hiding that he's hard and getting harder, blood flow directed to his cock and the friction of john's leg against him, the pleasure of john's hands on his arse pulling him closer only serve to make him fill out even more. ]