John tipped his chin up to better meet Jun's kiss, though the movement of fingers unbuttoning his jeans had his breath hitching in his throat. As the zipper slid down to alleviate the constraint of his arousal, a sigh of fleeting relief escaped him; however, the drag of a tongue along his lower lip again prompted his exhale to stumble. The words that followed prompted the return of a faint flush to his face. ' It'll just be hard not to get comfortable between your knees. '
Although John was far from opposed to that notion ( rather the opposite, really ), it would impede the aim to rid them both of their remaining clothing as swiftly as possible. Oh, and how could he say ' no ' to that?
Perhaps he was loathe to lose the tantalizing weight of Jun in his lap, yet he liked the way those talented hands never truly departed. Instead, they continued to drag along John's skin while pulling off his jeans and underwear, his hips briefly lifting from the couch to make it a little simpler. While his own palms found a home on Jun's shoulders, his fingers brushed beneath the sheet of silky hair cascading down the musician's back.
At the ensuing brush of fresh kisses to his collarbone and chest, a pleased hum resounded in his throat. John's lips parted to speak when Jun slid down between his legs again, but any words he had thought to impart vanished amid a sharp inhale. Although the sensation of palms traveling upwards was enticing enough, the addition of the other man's face and kisses against his inner thighs nearly overwhelmed him in the best conceivable manner.
Each press of lips against one of the most sensitive places on his body left a searing heat in its wake; one hand buried itself again in black hair, and the fingertips still on Jun's shoulder pressed harder. John couldn't help but allow his head to fall back once more as a moan escaped him, twisted with deeper want. Although he was sorely tempted to draw the singer back in when the final kiss pressed to his mouth was broken, he refrained. After all — if he hadn't, he wouldn't be watching Jun now, leaning back against the arm of the couch, knees spread and waiting for him.
"My turn," John affirmed with a murmur, as another subtle grin played across his countenance. Shifting closer between Jun's legs, he brought his knees up beneath him on the couch and leaned in. Surely he was stealing more of what gold and purple remained with this kiss, something about it still sending a thrill down his spine. Although his fingers itched to run along Jun's skin again, John forced them to hook the leather waistband instead. The sooner those slacks came off, the more there would be to touch.
After pulling every last stitch of clothing past Jun's hips and legs until he tossed them onto the floor, his palms gripped the knees propped up on either side of him. "You look like a painting." The hushed laugh woven through his voice betrayed his awed pleasure at the sight before him. "You're beautiful, Jun." John's kisses pressed just above Jun's knee, then continued higher — allowing his lips and teeth to intermittently drag up a soft inner thigh. The taste was sweet on his tongue, the sort he imagined someone could chase for an entire night ( maybe that someone was him ). His hands followed along outer calves and thighs, keeping them spread wide as he indulgently worked his way upwards.
When his nose brushed the dark hair at Jun's groin, John glanced to the handsome visage above through his dark lashes before his mouth retreated. Did he want to continue? Obviously, but not quite yet. Littering kisses back down Jun's thigh, he finally stopped to nip at fair skin, not replacing the little bites with another kiss until a red mark bloomed.
