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“Hello Simon,” a Scottish accent cooed as a rough hand was placed on his cheek. John was kneeling in front of him, softly rubbing Simon’s cheeks as the taller man leaned into the touch. His eyes fluttered, a dazy smile on his face.
“Hi Johnny,” He whispered, moving his hand over the hand gently placed on his cheek, placing his hand upon John’s. John slowly leaned in for a kiss, one that Simon gladly allowed him to do. The kiss was gentle, more feeling behind it than plain lust.
It was the type of kiss Simon would always look back on during nights John was on a solo mission, unable to contact each other. It was the type of kiss the two men held dear to each other, knowing that their feelings were requited.
“Ye want to do this?” Johnny asked as he broke the kiss to breath, but still not removing his lips from Simon’s.
“Of course,” Simon whispered, reinstating the kiss, pulling John in closer by wrapping his arms around the Scot’s neck. John softly chuckled into the kiss, but slowly rubbed his thumb on Simon’s check.
“I love ye so much,” He mumbled under his breath as he finally pulled away from the kiss to take a breath.
“I love you as well Johnny,” Simon responded, closing his eyes as John started to gently bite down and kiss the place his shoulder and neck connected. He let out small whimpers as John bit down slightly harder, licking the barely damaged skin afterwards.
“That’s right, sink further, I’ll take care of you baby boy,” John whispered as Simon’s eyes started to glaze over slightly, allowing himself to sink further and further into subspace. John smiled into Simon’s skin as he slowly submitted himself to John, a dazed smile on his face as John’s free hand gently grazed over his body, slowly working their way down to Simon’s hips.
“So good for me,” He cooed, slowly pulling down the taller man’s pants to reveal the black boxers underneath. Simon let out a shuddered breath at the praise, leaning back onto the headboard of the bed. John’s free hand continued stroking Simon’s cheek, smiling softly up at him.
“Of course, I’m yours,” Simon whispered, allowing John to stick his hand into the British man’s boxers, rubbing the tip of his dick. Simon let out a soft moan at the action, sinking even further into subspace. John removed his hand from Simon’s boxers, reaching over to the bedside table in search of the bottle of lube left for their often rendezvous in Simon’s room.
He opened the drawer, grabbing the bottle and a condom from it, putting the condom on the bed next to Simon, flipping the lube bottle open.
“Please,” Simon whined quietly, as John squirted some lube onto his hand.
“Be quiet love, I’ll give you what you need,” John whispered, using the hand previously rubbing Simon’s cheek to pull Simon’s boxers down. Simon gulped, nodding as he watched John warm up the lube on his hand, smirking at Simon. He took Simon’s dick in his hand, giving it a quick stroke to lube it up.
“John,” Simon gasped at the action, causing John to use his free hand to shush him.
“Be a good boy and quiet down, or I’ll leave you high and dry,” John threatened, earning a sharp nod from Simon as John continued to stoke the taller man’s dick in response.
“Good boy,” John cooed, rubbing his thumb over Simon’s slit to earn a soft moan from him at the action. Simon fell forward onto John’s shoulder, being supported by the Scottish man’s free hand and the shoulder his face was leaning into.
“So good for me, aren’t you?” John asked, wrapping his arm around Simon’s back to rub small circles onto it. He earned soft moans and whimpers from Simon as he tried to create a response.
“Yesss… all for you,” He finally let out a shaky moan, breath hot on John’s shoulder.
“That’s right baby boy, let go for me, cum from my hand,” John commanded in a soft tone of voice, earning a shuddered moan mixed with a whimper, before cumming all over his chest, John’s chest, and John’s hand.
“So good for me, just my good boy, no need to think, just listen to my words,” John cooed, placing soft kisses down Simon’s neck and smiling gently.
“Your good boy,” Simon whispered, as John grabbed the condom from the bedside, pulling his pants and boxers down.
“You’re gonna let me fuck you and use you like my personal fucktoy, right love?” John asked, already knowing the answer as he started to wrap the condom around his cock. Simon nodded, sitting back and leaning against the headboard of the bed so John would have better access to his asshole.
“So good for me,” was his response, squirting some lube onto his cock to lube it up. Simon let out a small, shaky moan as he nodded, as John lined himself up with his asshole. He slowly pushed into the taller man, earning loud and scrambled moans from Simon as he bottomed out.
“L-love you so much,” Simon gasped out as John accidentally hit his prostate. John smirked, allowing Simon to adjust to the feeling, but noting its spot nonetheless.
“I love you too baby, you’re such a good boy,” John whispered as he gently grabbed onto Simon’s hips, allowing the taller man to lean onto his shoulder. Simon picked his hips up slightly, falling back onto John’s dick to signal he was ready to the smaller man.
“I’ll give you exactly what you want,” John cooed, pulling mostly out of Simon before slamming into him, hitting his prostate head on. Simon let out a loud, strangled moan at the feeling, tilting his head back as John started a merciless pace. The smaller man bit down on Simon’s neck, hard enough to leave a mark afterwards.
Just what he wanted.
Simon shuddered at the feeling, as John wrapped a hand around the British man’s cock to stroke him. Simon let out another, finale strangled moan as he came, his ass clenching around John. John let out a loud moan into Simon’s shoulder, cumming at the feeling.
“So good for me love, you did so well,” John cooed as he pulled out of Simon, tying the condom off and tossing it in the trash.
“Mmm, thank you,” Simon mumbled under his breath as John pulled his boxers all the way down so he wasn’t dirty.
“It’s no problem baby, you know I love you so well,” John said, motioning for Simon to lift his arms in the air. Simon did so unconsciously, smiling softly as John gently pulled his dirty shirt off of him.
“Mph, but still,” Simon whispered, curling up under the sheets as John took his own dirty clothes off.
“I will never complain about taking care of you, it’s not a chore to me,” was the response he got, as he watched John slide into bed next to him.
“Now, hush up and get some rest,” John said, wrapping his arms around the taller man. Simon just hummed, closing his eyes as John pulled him closer.
“Love you,” The two men said in unison as they fell asleep.