PSL no. 2: cruel wars

[presurgery]

CHRONOLOGICALLY -

i. alternate universe
ii. picture prompt
iii. quote prompt
iv. random scenario
v. psl
vi. stargazing
vii. psl
viii. psl
ix. psl
x. insomnia

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[insuperiorstrength]

[ John doesn't make him wait - he pushes his hand between his legs and touches his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before removing his hand (don't do that, don't-) and licking it. Khan, watching him out of the corners of his eyes, inhales deeply, lips stilling against his neck, his body tense from expectation. When John goes back to stroking him, his hand wet now and warm, so good, incredible, his breath shudders out of him, his hips thrusting forward into his grip.

For a moment, he loses track of time, losing himself completely in the feel of John's hand bringing him closer to climax, his thumb working the head of his cock with expert skill. He can't focus on anything except the burning pressure in his abdomen, his balls, the need to come so intense that everything else disappears. Groaning, he wraps one arm around John's waist and pulls him just a bit closer, drowning a bit in his proximity and it's so good, it's been years, it's been years --

He comes, soundlessly, his forehead pressed against John's neck. He can taste him all throughout, smell him; the man's basically monopolized every one of his senses. Staying close, he lets the climax power through him, hard and fast and overwhelming. John's a solid presence against him, in his mind and body as well, and at this point there's really no denying it - he's become a fixture, unplanned and unprecedented.

As Khan stays still against him, his body now thoroughly exhausted, he can't even pretend to be bothered by that. ]

[presurgery]

[ It doesn't take long. Granted, the man did deny himself his orgasm before, you could probably expect him to be needy as a result, but under any circumstances, John watches him through slightly narrowed eyes while he works his cock, feels the warmth of his flesh, the throbbing of it when he finally comes, spilling himself between their bodies - and like he thought a moment ago, someone's going to hate their life cleaning up this mess. Breathing heavily, still feeling groggy and sluggish from his own climax, he releases his hold on the other man's cock after a moment, when he feels it beginning to lose hardness, and rinses his hand in the water all around them. Not exactly sanitary, not exactly hygienic, but hey - what can you do, what can you really do. He swallows hard. Feels Khan's weight against him suddenly rather acutely, the heaviness of his body, all muscle and bone, but untouchable in some ways. You couldn't hurt him, even if you wanted to.

He doesn't want to. A frown as he realises, apparently he'll do this, but not try to strangle the man, that's good, that's great.

It's not. He's the one who'll be cleaning up now, won't he? ]

Okay, so we both had fun. [ Eventually, he turns his head in against the side of Khan's face, speaking more softly than his words really warrant, soft hair tickling his lips. He blinks slowly, lazily into a wall of dark strands. The smell of the Augment is thick and recognisable in his nostrils. Oh. ] Reality's going to be a cold shower in comparison.

[ With that, he places both hands, fingers spread wide, against Khan's hips and just - enjoys the feeling of him for a moment before pushing him backwards, or, you know, he's an Augment, the Augment leader even, John's basically just requesting that he moves. If he doesn't want to, he'll stay right where he is. And John isn't going to lie, here, he thinks that would actually be rather lovely. Except for the fact that he's turning into a prune and he'll smell like chlorine for days to come. Besides that, yeah. It could be good.

It could be good. ]