"Sure," John says, like it's just that easy - and maybe it is.
Rodney twists around quickly to press their mouths together before John changes his mind, and stills, caught by the surprising softness of John's lips, the gentle way John tilts his head and pushes forward for more. John's hand curls loosely in the collar of his shirt, knuckles brushing the line of Rodney's neck, and pulls him closer, probably stretching the hem irreparably. Strangely, Rodney doesn't think he'll be bothered by wearing an ill-fitting t-shirt if it'll remind him of John’s mouth gliding slick and languid against his.
When they break for air, Rodney’s too dazed to do more than rest his forehead against John’s and pant, and then John’s on him again, tongue tracing the crease of Rodney’s lips and coaxing them apart, kissing deeper and more urgent now, and oh, Rodney thinks, yes.
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Rodney twists around quickly to press their mouths together before John changes his mind, and stills, caught by the surprising softness of John's lips, the gentle way John tilts his head and pushes forward for more. John's hand curls loosely in the collar of his shirt, knuckles brushing the line of Rodney's neck, and pulls him closer, probably stretching the hem irreparably. Strangely, Rodney doesn't think he'll be bothered by wearing an ill-fitting t-shirt if it'll remind him of John’s mouth gliding slick and languid against his.
When they break for air, Rodney’s too dazed to do more than rest his forehead against John’s and pant, and then John’s on him again, tongue tracing the crease of Rodney’s lips and coaxing them apart, kissing deeper and more urgent now, and oh, Rodney thinks, yes.