[even if the sound of his heart threatening to beat itself out of his rib cage wasn't enough to cover up what almost slips out of ocelot's mouth, there's no way he could've puzzled it out with a post-orgasm thought process. john can do only two things at that moment: breathe and bask. he doesn't budge an inch after adam finishes, kissing back languidly and enjoying the skin-on-skin contact.
is this what he had been missing for all these years?]
You know... You're pretty good.
[lopsided grin? check. endeared look in his eye? check. at this point, john might as well have said those three heavy words.]
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is this what he had been missing for all these years?]You know... You're pretty good.
[lopsided grin? check. endeared look in his eye? check. at this point, john might as well have said those three heavy words.]