John was silent, brows furrowed as he tugged at the bonds, testing Rodney's knots.
"Okay?" Rodney asked, his voice a hushed whisper.
John's lips parted as if he were about to speak, but then he merely nodded, breath coming hard and fast.
"Good. Good. Because--wow." Rodney knelt on the bed, his knees brushing John's side. John looked beautiful, arms pulled up over his head, his body one long beautiful line.
A smile flashed across John's face, then faded, leaving uncertainty in its wake.
"No really, you look amazing." And okay, yeah, maybe an understatement. John always looked good naked, but now, spread out and helpless with his heavy cock resting against his thigh and that raw, hungry look in his eyes, he was stunning. "What do you want?" Rodney asked, almost afraid to touch, because it was all just too perfect.
"Anything. Please, Rodney, do anything you want."
John spoke so low it sent shivers up Rodney's spine, just like when John first told him, haltingly, that he wanted Rodney to tie him up. John had tried to make it sound casual but Rodney could hear the desperate need in his words, a need mixed with shame, which Rodney could not understand at all.
"I want to do everything," Rodney said. "I just have to figure out which I want to do first and no one's ever let me do this before and I'm really grateful so--thank you."
John blinked at him, clearly bemused.
"Um, yes, that was a warm up to my Nobel Prize speech--how did it sound?" Rodney squared his chest. "'Thank you for the honor about to bestowed on me.'"
He was rewarded by an outright laugh from John, and couldn't resist reaching out and touching a finger to John's mouth, tracing the fullness of his lower lip before following the curve of his smile to the soft skin of his cheek.
This was much better than John's earlier doubtfulness.
Rodney's fingers glided back down over John's lips, and then he bent forward, carefully fitting his mouth to John's for a sweet, delicate kiss. John moaned, opening his mouth and Rodney slid over to rest his body on top of John's. John's hips jerked and his body moved and writhed and it was pretty clear to Rodney that things were going to work out just fine.
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"Okay?" Rodney asked, his voice a hushed whisper.
John's lips parted as if he were about to speak, but then he merely nodded, breath coming hard and fast.
"Good. Good. Because--wow." Rodney knelt on the bed, his knees brushing John's side. John looked beautiful, arms pulled up over his head, his body one long beautiful line.
A smile flashed across John's face, then faded, leaving uncertainty in its wake.
"No really, you look amazing." And okay, yeah, maybe an understatement. John always looked good naked, but now, spread out and helpless with his heavy cock resting against his thigh and that raw, hungry look in his eyes, he was stunning. "What do you want?" Rodney asked, almost afraid to touch, because it was all just too perfect.
"Anything. Please, Rodney, do anything you want."
John spoke so low it sent shivers up Rodney's spine, just like when John first told him, haltingly, that he wanted Rodney to tie him up. John had tried to make it sound casual but Rodney could hear the desperate need in his words, a need mixed with shame, which Rodney could not understand at all.
"I want to do everything," Rodney said. "I just have to figure out which I want to do first and no one's ever let me do this before and I'm really grateful so--thank you."
John blinked at him, clearly bemused.
"Um, yes, that was a warm up to my Nobel Prize speech--how did it sound?" Rodney squared his chest. "'Thank you for the honor about to bestowed on me.'"
He was rewarded by an outright laugh from John, and couldn't resist reaching out and touching a finger to John's mouth, tracing the fullness of his lower lip before following the curve of his smile to the soft skin of his cheek.
This was much better than John's earlier doubtfulness.
Rodney's fingers glided back down over John's lips, and then he bent forward, carefully fitting his mouth to John's for a sweet, delicate kiss. John moaned, opening his mouth and Rodney slid over to rest his body on top of John's. John's hips jerked and his body moved and writhed and it was pretty clear to Rodney that things were going to work out just fine.