[okay, maybe she had deserved it. triple spies and everything; john understood.
the tenderness of adam's actions surprise him a little. not because he never thought the spy couldn't be a little soft. well, that's a lie, john hadn't really thought tender would be adam's style until that moment after the whole simulation thing. it surprises him because it the little peck of his lips almost feels like an apology. the way he sees it, ocelot never had anything to apologize for. something in his gut had known he was going to lose an eye, so losing it to adam's revolver? it was certainly better than having it cut out by someone he considered his savior.
but that's really neither here nor there. what's important right now is his friend trying to yank off his pants. john gladly helps him out, mercifully naked at long last. he murmurs adam's name in between lip-locks, voice barely a rumble.]
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the tenderness of adam's actions surprise him a little. not because he never thought the spy couldn't be a little soft. well, that's a lie, john hadn't really thought tender would be adam's style until that moment after the whole simulation thing. it surprises him because it the little peck of his lips almost feels like an apology. the way he sees it, ocelot never had anything to apologize for. something in his gut had known he was going to lose an eye, so losing it to adam's revolver? it was certainly better than having it cut out by someone he considered his savior.
but that's really neither here nor there. what's important right now is his friend trying to yank off his pants. john gladly helps him out, mercifully naked at long last. he murmurs adam's name in between lip-locks, voice barely a rumble.]