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Dinner passes without much interruption. Simon was proud of himself if he was to be honest. Usually, he puts little effort into cooking. If it tasted fine and didn’t hurt his stomach, it was sufficient enough for him. But he actually wanted Johnny’s approval, so he had pre-planned to cook. He just didn’t expect the… effect it seemed to have had on the younger man.
The stare he had been getting across the table had told him that Johnny was more hungry for him than the food, but even then, he made sure to let Simon know he enjoyed the food.
He just couldn’t get his words out of his head. Little wife. Two things he was the dichotomy of, yet they still had his face warming just from the memory of Johnny’s rasping purr only inches from his ear. The solid weight of him lining his back, his cock digging noticeably against his ass.
Johnny insists on doing the dishes. So he only stands by, drying them with a hand towel before placing them back in their spots. He was definitely distracted, his pulse strong, wondering just what the younger man was planning. That mischievous glint was back in his eyes, passing glances at him enough times to be noticeable.
The moment the last plate is in place, the back of his hoodie is being tugged. He goes along with it readily, stepping back to let Johnny slip in front of him. He gets cornered against the counter, the sharp edge digging into his lower back, his front draped with the warmth of the other man. He finds that he doesn’t really mind, letting himself get pinned in that little kitchen.
Lips meet his own, the kiss starting off heated automatically. They both had been on the edges of their seats, quite literally, so it was only reasonable. A soft huff leaves him as a hand sneaks into his hair, grip tightening to where moving his head against the push and pull of Johnny’s hand would be near painful.
He opens up to the seeking tongue immediately at the skim of it against the line of his lips, melting into his touch as easily as if they had done this hundreds of times before. Something that felt second nature to him, letting their hips roll against each other. Each brush of friction has him jolting in his skin, noises cut off from the source as he tries to lean toward every touch, reluctant to let it go.
“Wanna--” Johnny starts, his hand having tilted Simon’s head to the side, licking into his mouth in such a wanton way it had him shuddering. Rolling his tongue over the metal barbell in Simon’s. “--ride ye ‘til ye cry. Let ye fill me up like a good boy.” The words are whispered against his parted lips, yet they felt so loud, ringing in his head. He can’t stop the choked whine on his next exhale, his hips bucking forward with only Johnny’s grip on his waist to keep him steady. “Sound good?”
He finds himself nodding quickly, not even having to put much thought behind his actions. “Good. Yes, fuck. More than good.” His voice comes out breathless, his brain already fogged with arousal, that smokescreen back up. He couldn’t hear the buzz of the nightlife anymore, his attention centered solely on the man in front of him.
He has half a mind to bite off the noise that wanted to crawl out of his throat as Johnny pulled away, his hand keeping Simon in place for a moment as he just stared. He wondered if he looked like as much of a mess as he felt, and this was just from some brief foreplay. He didn’t doubt he was in for a long night ahead of him.
Finally, that hand released the grip the younger man had on his hair, moving down to the front of his hoodie to grasp at the fabric. He was certain he didn’t need to be led to follow Johnny, but he went along with him anyway, stumbling from how fast the other seemed to drag him.
“Bedroom,” Johnny clarified as they neared the door as if that wasn’t increasingly obvious. He could only nod, helping by opening the door to the room as the other man seemed to be reluctant to point his attention anywhere but him. Eyes hungry enough to devour him on the spot, and it sent a thrilled chill down his spine, so unused to being wanted to this capacity.
Already, he had moved his grip from the front of his hoodie to the hem, lifting both it and his shirt. Simon let him, sighing at the air in the bedroom that felt so cold against his warmed skin. The clothes are thrown haphazardly off to the side, somewhat in the direction of the laundry hamper sitting in the corner.
“Wasnae lying when I said ye got great tits,” Johnny spoke up as his hands immediately went for his pecs. He cupped them like they were breasts, squeezing. Simon could only roll his eyes, ignoring the sparks of arousal that seemed to simmer in his blood at the feeling of his palms brushing against his nipples.
“They aren’t tits, Johnny.” He’s sure that any weight to his words is immediately dismissed by the sight of him, already feeling like he was on the precipice of melting under Johnny’s attention so soon.
The wood of the door is cold against his back as he’s pressed up against it. His head falls against it with a thump as the younger man leans down, wasting no time in wrapping his lips around one of his nipples. Wet heat meets the sensitive flesh, his tongue swirling around the barbell with a hum that has Simon groaning low in his throat, his hips bucking forward, met with Johnny’s own bulge.
The other is met with the rough pad of a thumb, hardening under the attention. The dual sensations have him reeling, a particular keen escaping from his lips as he feels teeth simply brush against him, merely a threat. Johnny pulls off with a pop before switching the attention of his mouth to the other.
“Johnny--” he starts with a gasp, the man’s other thumb meeting the wet flesh. All the more sensitive and raw from his mouth, his entire body jolting at the rough friction given in contrast. He was aware his chest was somewhat more sensitive than normal, but no one had ever given him this kind of attention before.
Johnny relents with a final swipe of his tongue, moving slightly up. Just above his nipple, his teeth dig in, eliciting a gasp from Simon as he feels the other suck against his skin, worrying the spot to a reddened flush by the time he finally pulls back.
“Could do this all night,” he hums with a lazy grin, the blue of his eyes almost completely eclipsed by his pupil. All he gets as an answer is a moan, and he wasn’t too sure if he was entirely against the thought of Johnny teasing his chest for that long. But Simon can feel his erection digging into his hip, and he was sure that he wasn’t comfortable at all like that.
Johnny leans up, connecting their lips again. This kiss is slower; soft and rewarding that has the pounding of Simon’s pulse calm just a bit. The younger man’s hands had slid down to simply rest on his waist, keeping him close.
“Wanna prep me like a good boy?” He whispers against his lips in the brief moment they break apart, and it has Simon’s heart flutter anew again, a shiver going through him. All he can do is nod, his tongue too heavy to produce words, his vocal cords unable to work out anything but incoherent sounds. “Strip and lay on the bed, then, aye?”
His hands immediately fall to his belt, working out the excess length from the loops to begin unbuckling it. As he does so, Johnny steps away from him with a parting squeeze to his waist. He walks over to the dresser where they had quickly unpacked the clothes they had brought the night before. Missing his warmth, Simon pulls down his pants and underwear as fast as possible, kicking them to where his shirt and hoodie lay.
The mattress on the bed wasn’t the best, but it was a whole lot better than the standard issue military cot in his barracks. The blankets and sheets weren’t that itchy material, and he didn’t have to worry about the creaking, metal bed frame eventually giving way under his weight.
He adjusted the pillows just barely before turning himself to lay in the middle of the bed. Johnny was already beginning to walk his way over, shedding clothes as he went until he was just as naked as Simon. In his hands, he was working the plastic seal off of a brand new tiny bottle of lube he must’ve picked up at one point before this leave.
Putting one knee on the bed, he moved to straddle over Simon’s waist in one fluid motion, letting the bottle fall off to the side for now. His hands were quick to settle over his pecs, squeezing them again, palms sliding over where his spit had begun to dry, a huff falling from Simon at that simple friction.
“Always such a good boy for me,” he purred, leaning down to press his lips to his pulse point. Soft nips of his teeth against his neck, breath puffing out across his heated skin, the words only warming him further. He was a familiar, welcomed weight on Simon’s chest. One that let him sink comfortably into the mattress, grounding him to the little room they occupied like nothing else mattered.
“Wanna taste?” He breathed out against his skin, more of a rumble that Simon felt than anything else. Just the words had his pulse jumping, reminded of the first time they went further than a kiss.
“Please,” he all but croaked out. He felt almost pitiful, ruined before anything had actually happened. He knew Johnny wouldn’t judge him for it, not like others in the past had done so. Always so understanding and kind to Simon that it confused him on how he deserved the other man at all.
Lips trailed from his neck to his own lips, kissing him sweetly, a hand coming up to caress the side of his face. He leans into the touch with a soft sigh, his eyelids fluttering shut as the heat seems to simmer with the gentle touch. Not so desperate as he had been, being held like he was actually worth something.
“Two taps for air, okay?” Johnny eventually says as they part, pulling back far enough to gain his attention and meet his eyes. Simon nods, but still, the man above him doesn’t move. “Two taps, Simon.”
Getting the memo, he lifted a hand to rest on the bare flesh of Johnny’s waist, tapping twice as instructed -- a mirror to the same method of tapping out of a sparring match, although Simon hadn’t been the one to do so in a hot minute. For his effort, he gets another kiss before the younger man’s weight was lifted off of him.
He shuffled forward until his weight gently rested down across his collarbones, mindful of keeping his entire mass from resting on him even if Simon was positive that he could take it. Still, his attention is in front of him, staring up at him through cracked open eyelids, obscured just barely by pale eyelashes.
One of Johnny’s hands had come to rest on his face, one thumb on his lower lip. He kept his mouth open in response, pliable under the man’s capable hands. Fully trusting like he had never done before. Not even the spark of panic was registered in his mind, fully enraptured by Johnny’s presence.
His other hand had come to rest at the base of his cock, guiding the head to take the place of where his thumb had been. He had already filled out just as much as Simon, achingly hard, an angry red with a light shine from the precum already gathered on the tip.
He let his mouth fall open further, his tongue rested flat, covering his teeth and providing a softer surface for Johnny to grind against. Just the taste of him alone had Simon letting out a forced exhale, breath stuttering in his chest from the spark of arousal that pooled into his lower stomach, his hips jerking up into the air in search of friction that wasn’t there.
Praise was murmured overhead as Johnny fed his cock into his mouth centimeters at a time for what felt like hours. Simon nearly wanted to flip their positions solely out of frustration, wanting to feel the entirety of his weight making his jaw ache. The piercings along the underside are somewhat cold, a stark contrast to the heat of his cock and Simon’s mouth. His desperation must show on his face, or in the way his body tenses up as the younger man pulls back again, because the next thrust has him burying the last of himself inside.
He swallowed around his gag reflex as he felt Johnny’s cock hit the back of his throat at the same time his nose hit the smooth skin of his hips. A shudder ran through him as he all but gargled out a moan, eyes watering automatically.
His cock throbbed, unable to find release without the proper stimulation. But he felt so close to his orgasm, like just a brush would have him pushed off of that delicate precipice. Through his eyelashes, he looked up to meet Johnny’s gaze, begging for anything .
The rough pad of the other man’s thumb rubs soft circles into the apple of his cheek, his hand having moved up from his chin, wiping away a few stray tears that slid out from his watery eyes. He pulled back just enough to let him suck in a deep breath before rolling his hips forward again. “Doin’ so well, Simon.”
From that, he began to start at a steady pace. Slow and deep, and Simon happily laid there, soft and willing under the younger man’s hands. He hardly could register what it was that was being said, only aware of the low thrum of Johnny’s voice, tone sweet in a way that told him it was nothing but praise being uttered out.
In his brain, nothing else mattered except for that moment. Just them in the little bedroom that looked close to unused, as it practically was. He could count the number of times he’s spent in this flat easily, yet this was the first time his stay had been willing. And it was the first time with someone else occupying the space with him. They weren’t Soap and Ghost in this home, or even sergeant and lieutenant. Just Simon and Johnny.
Again, Johnny pushed in all the way until Simon’s nose was pressed into his pubic bone, interrupting his steady thrusts and Simon’s own thoughts. He worked his tongue along the underside of him, not even attempting to keep his eyes open this time as his air was cut off. More tears slid out as he fought against his gag reflex, only to be carefully wiped away by the man above him.
His lungs had yet to even burn when he was pulling back, all the way this time. A rough whine leaves him at that, his eyelids blinking open to glance up at him. The only thing connecting them now was a single string of saliva that snapped just as quickly as his cockhead was hardly an inch from his face. It glistened with his saliva and smeared precum, and Simon wanted so badly to crane his neck and lap at the new bead that pearled up on his slit.
“Gotta prep me, remember?” Johnny spoke, his own voice roughened by arousal. His skin had a vivid flush to it, and his eyes were dark in the low light. Never once faltering as his gaze seemed to consume Simon from the inside out.
He nodded, still mildly upset the other didn’t plan to finish in his mouth. Simon had never been one for the taste of others, but he swore something about Johnny was addicting. Even if he’d never admit it out loud, feeling mildly disgusting for even thinking so.
Something seemed to spark in the other’s eyes, and he moved back to make room to kiss Simon. His lips merely slid against his own, slick with spit and he was sure that Johnny could taste himself like this. He pulled back, nipping at the underside of Simon’s jaw. That hand that had yet to leave his face had moved to simply swipe his thumb along the mess on his chin. “If you’re that desperate, I could think of other uses for that mouth of yer’s.”
Simon immediately caught on to his meaning, and a moan forced itself from his throat before he had much time to dwell on that thought, his pulse skipping. He had absolutely never rimmed anyone before, but he was less off put by it than he would think. Maybe that was the effect of Johnny, able to turn things that would normally disgust Simon into something he’d do for him in a heartbeat. And he couldn’t even be too mad about it, either.
“Ye like that thought?” Johnny met him with another kiss, his hand trailing up the side of Simon’s face to brush away stray strands of his hair that had fallen over his forehead. “Want me t’ ride yer face?”
Just his words alone send another pulse of arousal south, having to close his eyes against the intensity of the other’s gaze. He mustered up the focus enough to nod, his hands moving to rest on the dip of Johnny’s hips, pulling him just slightly. Anything to convey that he wanted this desperately despite the fact he was at a loss for words.
He could feel the vibration of his chuckle as much as he heard it, and Johnny was gently prying one of his hands away from his waist, lifting it to kiss along the scarred skin of his knuckles. The open tenderness was nearly overwhelming, his heart caught in his throat whilst his chest felt so full. He knew it wasn’t Johnny’s weight on him that was making it hard to breathe.
“Alright, alright. Just worry about makin’ me feel good, aye?” He was letting go of his hand then, and immediately Simon found his waist in his grip again, hearing a slight huff of amusement above him. He could feel as the younger man moved up further on the bed until he was standing on his knees over his head. “Same rules as before. Two taps for a break.”
Simon gives a hum of affirmation. When he does get his eyes to open, his breath hitches just barely. Johnny was directly over him, staring down at him as he slowly stroked himself from base to tip. His vision was nearly obscured by the length of him, and his eyes glanced to where his real goal actually was.
“Ready?”
The view beneath him was a dream come true. Simon, with a fucked-out expression on his face already. His pale skin flushed a pretty pink, his cheeks stained with drying tears, his lips and chin shining in the low light. It was hard to think of the man as his terrifying lieutenant when he was like this, but he felt like that was the point.
He couldn’t help but stare for a few more moments, soaking in the sight of him. He wished he had his journal on hand, but that would require getting up and breaking the moment which he would rather not do.
He gets a soft nod from the man, hands tugging gently at him to get him to hurry up. Johnny couldn’t help but smile as he reached blindly behind himself for the small bottle of lube he had brought over, at the same time carefully lowering himself.
Simon met him halfway, craning his neck upward in an act of impatience. He had little hesitancy as his tongue licked a wide stripe over his hole, that damn barbell running over the sensitive flesh. He couldn’t help but groan low in his throat at the feeling, moving his hand down to run his fingers through the older man’s hair, encouraging him to continue.
The hands on his waist moved down to his thighs, his knuckles nearly white with how hard he gripped onto them. Johnny didn’t doubt there would be bruises there later, ones he’d gladly wear with pride.
He lets himself get tugged down further, pushing Simon’s head back into the pillow with his weight. That tongue was just as skilled on his ass as how it was on his cock, which wasn’t as surprising. Several broad stripes smeared saliva over his heated skin, he could feel the vibration of soft noises humming out against his skin. He didn’t even need to look to know that Simon’s cock was leaking.
That tongue finally began to focus on his rim, prodding and lapping messily against the pucker. Johnny couldn’t help but grind his hips down just barely, another groan leaving him. With his eyes closed, all he could focus on was every point of contact with Simon. The soft hair beneath his fingers, the strong grip on his thighs. That tongue, the distinct and sharper press of the metal stud.
Simon lifted his head up just barely, pressing his face closer to his body. His breaths came out labored and shaky, hot breath felt over damp skin, and Johnny was certain he wasn’t getting too much oxygen. He seemed to be focused on the task at hand, though, working hard to loosen him up around his tongue. With every millimeter of access, he let himself sink in deeper and it had Johnny’s cock practically throbbing.
“That’s it, Simon,” he whispered out between grunts. “Just like that.”
With unsteady hands, he snapped the cap open on the lube. It was hard directing his attention anywhere else but where Simon was laving his tongue over his hole, but he managed to pour a considerable amount of the lube on his fingers.
He wasted no time in reaching behind himself, lifting up just barely to let Simon get some fresh air as he began to work a finger into himself. The lube was slick and cold, and it made his breath shudder in his chest as he wasted no time in sinking down to the knuckle. The older man let out a shaky groan like it was himself that was being entered, having a close up view of it.
Immediately, that tongue was back on him again. Licking around the finger, teeth teasingly nipping at his knuckle as he began to thrust the digit in and out of himself slowly. He didn’t wait too long to be able to sink a second finger inside, every part that burned being soothed immediately by Simon’s eager mouth, unwilling to relent so soon.
“Good boy,” he grunted out as he began to scissor the two fingers, stretching himself further. Simon’s own moan was felt against his skin, especially as his tongue sunk briefly into the space created by his fingers. “So good. Can’t wait to get that cock o’ yours in me.” He didn’t care if Simon even listened to him as he rambled, but the soft whine he received told him that the man beneath him was at least somewhat paying attention.
As he pulled his fingers back to add more lube, Simon relented as well. His breaths were unsteady and gasping, taking in air as Johnny moved slightly off of him to give him space. Like this, he was able to see his face again. Brown eyes hazy and pupils blown, flushed with slightly swollen lips.
When he returned his hand back between his legs, he let the lube fall to the side after closing the cap again. He pushed three fingers in this time with a shuddering groan, the stretch mixing the burn with white-hot pleasure that left him close to orgasm as he sunk his fingers in.
With his free hand, he pressed three fingers into Simon’s open mouth as well. A soft noise left him as he closed his lips around Johnny’s fingers, his tongue lapping at them the same way he would if it was his cock inside. Same reverence and eagerness, looking blissful with his mouth full, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.
When his fingers inside of himself were met with little resistance with each thrust, he slowly slid them out, sucking in a breath at the uncomfortable emptiness that they left behind. At the same time, he pulled his fingers out of the other’s mouth, met with a protesting grunt that he could only grin at. Slowly, he shuffled back down the bed until he was straddling Simon’s thighs.
His cock was already slick with precum, angry red in color. With his lube covered hand, he wrapped it around him. Simon immediately rolled his hips up into the touch, glancing back down at him again to watch him. Giving him a few pumps, he felt as if he was already properly covered. Restlessness had already settled into Johnny’s bones, eager to chase his release and even more determined to help Simon with his.
He stabilized himself with a hand on Simon’s chest as he lifted himself back up onto his knees. He hardly had to look to position the older man’s cock with his other hand, lining it up with his entrance as he slowly lowered himself down. With the head tapping at his entrance, he caught Simon’s gaze.
“No moving,” he commanded softly, receiving a little nod in response. Leaning forward, he pressed a peck to his lips.
At the same time, he finally let his cock press into him. It was hard to keep his breath steady at the stretch, eventually breached open. He moaned softly, eyes shut as he let gravity do most of the work for him. It was definitely easier to do this with lube than it was with spit, and in almost no time he was finally at the hilt, sitting on Simon’s hips now.
“Fuck,” he groaned. Simon left him so full, stretched wide open, his cock needing no effort to press into all of the right spots inside of him. He had to take a moment to collect himself, both trying to adjust and trying not to cum right away.
“Johnny--” Simon gasped out, his voice wrecked. His muscles clearly trembled under him, fighting against the urge to thrust up into him. Johnny rewarded his efforts by lifting up to just barely only to grind back down. This punched groans out of both of them, and he could tell neither of them would last that long.
Using the hand on the older man’s chest as leverage, he began to lift himself up before dropping back down again. He didn’t ease into the pace slowly, immediately starting as hard and as fast as he could. Every thrust had Simon’s cock grinding right into his prostate, and it had his brain reeling so fast, pushed right to the edge.
“ Fuck, ” he heard Simon whine, the older man’s head pressed back into the pillow. One of his hands was still on Johnny’s thigh, his grip nearing painful. The other was holding onto the sheet, practically vibrating out of his skin.
Leaning forward, he pressed his face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, pressing a kiss to the taut muscle. “Go on, Si,” he murmured into his ear. His thighs were burning from the exertion, and trying to keep up a steady pace while his prostate was being rammed into took up too much effort. “Fuck me. Don’t stop ‘til we both cum.”
It took a moment for Simon to process his words until his hips were being bucked up immediately. Johnny gasped out at the sudden harsh thrust, and as both of the older man’s hands came to rest on his hips, a lick of excitement joined the arousal at the base of his spine.
He wasted no time in thrusting up into him, setting a punishing pace from the beginning. Johnny’s brain felt like it had truly fried as each thrust punched his breath from him, only breath moans able to leave him as his thighs shook. He’d be surprised if his ass didn’t bruise from this, but he wouldn’t be too opposed to the extra marks. Even if he’d be limping for the next few days.
“Johnny, Johnny, ” Simon breathed out. By now, he was holding onto him like he was a lifeline, nails digging just barely into the skin of his lower back. Every thrust had him being jolted forward, his cock sliding across a mess of precum and sweat on the older man’s abs, pushing him just that closer to the edge.
“G’nna cum? Be a good boy an’ fill me up?” He managed out between gasps and moans. Simon practically keened at his words, his thrusts becoming stunted and jerky as his cock throbbed inside of him.
Johnny groaned lowly at the feeling of Simon’s cum spilling inside of him, warm and deep inside. He still didn’t stop the movements of his hips, even as his nails sunk deeper into his skin. His groans were traded for overstimulated sobs, eyes watery when Johnny managed to glance down at him through bleary eyes.
“So good f’r me. Just a bit more,” he continued, rolling his hips down now to meet Simon’s thrusts. After a few more slides, Simon’s cock still bumping against his prostate, and he was shuddering through his own orgasm. His cum spilled onto the man below them, trapped between their torsos that were pressed together, joining the rest of the mess on his abdomen.
Even after their movements had stilled, neither pulled away. Johnny was breathing hard, his face hidden in the skin of Simon’s neck. Already he could tell that he’d be sore, the moment the afterglow wore off and his muscles kicked back into gear he’d cramp up. But he also knew they needed to clean up before sleeping, too messy to leave it for them to deal with in the morning.
He felt Simon move them then, gently rolling them until they both were on their sides. He hummed curiously, lifting his head, met with a soft kiss to his temple. He could tell that the older man was barely steadier than he was, but he was already moving, slowly pulling his softening cock out. Johnny couldn’t help but wince at the feeling, clenching around nothing as he felt the cum leak.
The mattress shifted slightly as Simon crawled off, and through tired eyes he watched him pad out of the room. He just sighed softly, letting his eyes shut while still trying to stay awake.
Johnny must’ve dozed as he’s only jostled by a warm hand on his side. Grunting, he could hardly crack open his eyes, watching the blurry figure of Simon as the older man used a wet, warm hand towel to wipe the drying cum off of Johnny’s stomach, briefly passing over his cock before he took the care to wipe at his hole.
“Sens’tive,” he grumbled softly, trying to scoot away from the rag. But the hand on his side only held on slightly tighter, and he’s sure he heard a soft chuckle come from him. Mercifully, he relented after some time when the majority of the mess was cleaned. By then, Johnny was slightly more awake.
“Si,” he called out softly before the older man could leave the room once more. He watches him pause, turning to face him partly. “Drink water.”
Simon huffs softly, amusement evident without Johnny even needing to look at his face. “I’ll get you a glass as well.” And his voice was still rough, hoarse enough it’d be noticed by people who didn’t know him that well. But they were off base, which meant Johnny knew they had to be slightly less vigilant about this stuff.
The older man disappeared out the door again, and Johnny could just barely hear his movements about the house. Only tipped off by the sound of the running sink in the bathroom, and then silence for another few seconds. And then the sink in the kitchen, along with a cabinet shutting. Moving silently seemed to just be in his nature, whether he was Simon or Ghost.
Eventually he was stepping through the door once more, letting it fall shut quietly behind him. He had pulled on a pair of sweats at one point, Johnny’s eyes tracing the way they sat on his hips, just barely clinging to his frame. But there was a glass of water being pushed at him, interrupting his blatant ogling.
He took it gratefully, downing a few gulps. Simon settled back on the bed beside him, sipping at his own glass as he absentmindedly adjusted the pillows. Thankfully no mess had been made on the bed, as Johnny was sure that neither of them would be too keen on dealing with that. Simon was obviously exhausted, and Johnny was no better off.
He stretches to set his now empty glass on the side table on the side of the bed he laid on. Rolling back over, he all but collapses against the sheets, plastering himself to Simon’s side automatically.
The man just shifts slightly to accommodate him, letting him lay his head on his chest. He only moves once more to set his cup aside, and then he was flicking off the lamp. Only the street lamps from the window kept the room lit now, and Johnny let himself sink further into the warmth of the other man with a sigh.
“Needed that,” he murmured out. All he got was a grunt as an answer, and he decided he’d save the pillow talk for the morning.
He lays there until Simon’s breath had evened out, slow and steady. With his heartbeat right under his ear, Johnny’s own eyes struggle to stay open. Shifting just barely, he presses a kiss right over where he knew his heart would be.
The arm that had come to rest over his shoulders gives a small squeeze, and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face at the response. With that, he found himself falling asleep easily.