[it's been clear since they began that adam is clearly well-versed in this world; never fumbling once to get them here. not that john would've ever expected the silver-tongued spy to stay pure or anything so ridiculous. not everyone was like him, after all (so fucked up in the head from everyone he's ever loved turning their back on him that the mere thought of being intimate in anyway was almost repulsive). honestly, john was a little glad one of them knew what they were doing.
otherwise, the show would've been over against the wall they had been balancing against earlier.
once adam finds just the right way to hit him, even a quiet man like john can't stop himself from moaning. it's not loud or particularly salacious, it's more of just a rumble of sound that crawls its way out of his chest. john's thighs tighten at his friend's waist, his hand gripping at silvery strands of hair as he returns the kisses.]
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otherwise, the show would've been over against the wall they had been balancing against earlier.
once adam finds just the right way to hit him, even a quiet man like john can't stop himself from moaning. it's not loud or particularly salacious, it's more of just a rumble of sound that crawls its way out of his chest. john's thighs tighten at his friend's waist, his hand gripping at silvery strands of hair as he returns the kisses.]