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The way John shivered and gasped further proved Jun's compliment, not to mention how the other chased after his touch. Fun as it often was to coax a bed partner into opening up, he equally adored every time they started out eager already. And when they were a perfect balance of both, like a forthright man who still flushed at praise, well... those had all been very memorable.

"They should," was Jun's simple, soft insistence. He welcomed every nip and marking bite on his thighs with quiet hums past a contented yet heated smile, fingers combing through John's hair again and again. Time melted into long, syrupy drips. Jun's pulse thrummed in his legs, in his cock, in the backs of his ears, wanting but not yet desperate.

An audible gasp of his own escaped, lashes fluttering briefly without falling shut, when John finally took hold of his length. Jun sighed out another moan with a smile, answering those slow strokes with subtly firmer drags of his nails over John's scalp. Toes curling at how the other teased his ruddied tip, Jun reached his free hand down to take light, gentle hold of the man's chin and brush his thumb over that bottom lip streaked with color.

"You're welcome to. If it's half as good as kissing you, I know your mouth will feel amazing." Jun's smile tilted into a toothy smirk once more. "And you get to figure out how fast you might make me squirm."

The reactions John garnered were everything he might have hoped for, from the sounds spilling forth to the smile that graced Jun's face. Of course, there were the almost leisurely scratches of nails against his scalp, too, each resolute scratch sending fresh thrills through him. It felt so good that he had to remain purposeful with his attention, letting the sensation trickle heat through his veins as an addendum to the moment.

However, the fingers brushing beneath John's chin surprised him, his lips parting when Jun's thumb swiped over the little bit of purple and gold still smudged there. ' You're welcome to. ' Not exactly asking for what he had suggested, but what constituted an invitation in his mind, nevertheless. Another grin colored Jun's features, revealing rows of perfect teeth that wouldn't so much as touch him.

"And I'm sure you're incredible when you squirm." Upon pressing a kiss against the lingering thumb, John took it past his lips as he continued his relentless teasing of Jun's slit. For a moment, he stayed like that — his lips around the other man's finger, his ministrations curious to coax that flushed tip even redder. When he pulled away, it was so that his tongue could take the place of his hand instead, repeatedly dragging over the crown of Jun's cock while his hand wrapped now around the base.

John's fingers continued their rhythmic strokes, only interrupting himself when he pressed kisses up the sides before continuing. Drawing Jun's arousal past his lips, he swirled his tongue over the head with a deep, pleased exhale through his nose.

Just the parting of those sweet lips was enough to have Jun imagining how they'd look opening wider, flushed and taut yet still a tad soft. And how might John work his tongue, or where would he concentrate the most attention? Questions he could guess the other was equally eager to answer.

"So I've been told," Jun chuckled. He'd certainly had praise for his responsiveness far more often than complaints. Expression softening anew, his blush spread further on his cheeks when John's mouth wrapped round his thumb in an enticing preview. Jun crooked his thumb a little, to press against the man's tongue in a subtle rub. He made no attempt to rein in small rolls of his hips to meet John's stroking hand, and every press to his tip.

Jun let the other's mouth retreat, hopeful where it would go next. Another long gust of a moan rushed out at the first drag of John's tongue over his sensitive cockhead. He didn't try to rush anything, just let his fingers curl in John's hair with another scrape of nails while his legs fell open as wide as they could on the couch.

All the while, low-lidded eyes watched every stroke and slide and kiss. Even more than the actual attentions, Jun instead memorized the fan of long lashes above reddened cheeks, the flickers of hazel glances, the feel of short dark hair between his fingers, the steadiness and confidence of those callused hands, the timbre of every sound... The kinds of things that truly made a partner memorable, in Jun's mind.

Arching a bit at finally feeling John's mouth around him, he then melted against the cushions with a throaty groan, head tipped back onto the couch's armrest. "Fuck, even better than I thought..." His lingering half-smile was audible in his words. "Just like that, John, keep going."

Jun would love to keep John's hand in his hair a while longer, to feel the other grasp at him and hear all those moans, but that could come after they were both stripped down. They had plenty of time to folow any whim they liked. Grinning as well in reply, some of the expression lingered at the corners of his mouth while they kissed again. Jun didn't doubt more color would be left behind on John's lips, and he let his mind drift to the idea of purple and gold in turn smudging a little onto his own skin, from however much ended up on that lovely mouth.

He raised his hips in the meantime, to help ease off the rest of his clothes. Thoguh now entirely bare, Jun wouldn't take his eyes off the other, nor would his smile entirely fade. A painting, huh? Well, he wouldn't disagree - he'd just say the same about John, with all that soft lighting playing over fair skin and dark hair, and that breathtaking awe bright in hazel eyes.

Jun tipped his legs even further apart as John trailed kisses from his knee up the inner side of his thigh. Feeling his heartbeat thrumming against the other's lips added a slight vocality to his next indulgent sigh, only for the inhale after to snag for half a moment with the teasing skim of John's teeth against sensitive skin. His upper body, in the meantime, melted a bit more into the couch cushions. Watching John with half-lidded eyes, Jun smiled wider once more as their gazes met - both enjoyment and encouragement, with how close the man's lips were to his groin. He expected eagerness, expected teasing, expected fast and slow all at once and knew it'd be beautiful regardless.

So when John instead pressed a few kisses back down his thigh, Jun's toothy smile lingered and a quiet warm laugh escaped. The sound dipped into a moan, building into a longer breathy one as those nips of teeth gradually worked up another flushed mark. The attentions made his freed length twitch, though Jun didn't yet reach for it. Instead, he raked one hand's fingers into John's hair with a drag of blunt painted nails. "And you're good at appreciating the artwork." A fond, gently heated chuckle. "Can really make someone feel like a masterpiece, with marks like that." Jun smoothed his thumb near the man's hairline, his look and tone softening further. "...Hope they've all told you how much a work of art you are too."

It was extraordinarily pretty, the way Jun's laugh melted into a moan beneath John's lips ( warm and melodic, like a song just for him ). However, regardless of the concentrated ministrations of his teeth, he didn't miss the other reaction he garnered. The eager twitch of Jun's erection made his pulse stumble, his fingers pressing all the more firmly into the other man's legs even as they itched to touch it. Before John could begin leaving a second mark on those soft thighs, a hand dragged through his hair while fingers scratched along his scalp. For a moment, his only thought was of the shudder down his back and a sharp gasp against Jun's skin. It felt so good, so good, so good! Through the haze, he caught the praise in Jun's voice, and that prompted both all over again.

His eyes flickering upwards to the handsome face gazing down at him, John couldn't resist leaning into the thumb brushing along his hairline. It pleased him endlessly, knowing he had coaxed forth such a feeling: that of a ' masterpiece. ' As it was, Jun was more than worthy of the designation, and he would spend the rest of the night demonstrating his conviction in it. Nevertheless, the softening of his companion's expression kept John's attention fixed with unspoken curiosity until it twined through the words that broke the quiet. ' …Hope they've all told you how much a work of art you are too. ' His lips parted while fresh warmth rose to his visage, and he fought the urge to rock his hips forward in search of friction.

"Never quite like that," he breathed, allowing his teeth to find another patch of skin. John continued littering marks along both of Jun's inner thighs, at times so close to the musician's groin that he could feel the hair there brushing against his cheek. The taste on his tongue remained just as sweet with every new bloom of color he created ( often accentuated by smudges of purple and gold, remnants of their prior kisses ), and he was certain it always would. His fingers, meanwhile, finally drifted to wrap around the base of Jun's cock. "You feel so good in my hand." John left the evidence of another bite before glancing up to Jun again. Deciding where to look was no simple task when each possibility was so tantalizing, yet his attention locked on those dark eyes.

Slowly, he stroked Jun's arousal with a fervent touch. "You'd feel good in my mouth, too." When his fingers reached the flushed head, he couldn't resist teasing it with his thumb, his gaze falling to watch for just a moment. "Then, I can really taste you."

The way John shivered and gasped further proved Jun's compliment, not to mention how the other chased after his touch. Fun as it often was to coax a bed partner into opening up, he equally adored every time they started out eager already. And when they were a perfect balance of both, like a forthright man who still flushed at praise, well... those had all been very memorable.

"They should," was Jun's simple, soft insistence. He welcomed every nip and marking bite on his thighs with quiet hums past a contented yet heated smile, fingers combing through John's hair again and again. Time melted into long, syrupy drips. Jun's pulse thrummed in his legs, in his cock, in the backs of his ears, wanting but not yet desperate.

An audible gasp of his own escaped, lashes fluttering briefly without falling shut, when John finally took hold of his length. Jun sighed out another moan with a smile, answering those slow strokes with subtly firmer drags of his nails over John's scalp. Toes curling at how the other teased his ruddied tip, Jun reached his free hand down to take light, gentle hold of the man's chin and brush his thumb over that bottom lip streaked with color.

"You're welcome to. If it's half as good as kissing you, I know your mouth will feel amazing." Jun's smile tilted into a toothy smirk once more. "And you get to figure out how fast you might make me squirm."

Every sound, every groan and gasp, was a welcome gift. John's reactions were a perfect encore to that evening's concert, improvised and genuine and enthusiastic. Jun wanted to learn every inch of the man, wanted to see what might really make him sing - and what John might do to return the favor. Those hands on his hips definitely gave him a few options.

Options, like their fellows, which demanded less clothes in the way.

A faint hum escaped in Jun's sigh through his nose, starting short then dragging longer as John eased the growing pressure from his pants' fastenings. He pulled back just barely enough to watch the other's expression, and chuckled while his palms dragged over John's front from chest to waistband.

"I bet you can, with all these perfect ideas of yours." Jun leaned in for a kiss, fingers opening the button of the man's jeans before coaxing the zipper slowly down as well. A skim of his tongue along John's lower lip, before Jun continued. "It'll just be hard not to get comfortable between your knees."

Still, he'd do his best. Jun did have to extricate himself from John's lap, unfortunately, but he tried to stay as close as he could the whole time. His hands never left the other's body, bringing jeans and underwear both down John's legs. He relished the feel of soft skin and toned muscle beneath, and couldn't help a few more kisses to John's collarbone and chest while repositioning.

He did indeed settle between the other's legs, especially once he could drop those remaining clothes to the floor. Jun slid his palms back up over calves and thighs, dipping to kiss and nuzzle the latter's inner sides. Though he hummed, quietly yet thoroughly pleased, at the warmth and thrumming pulse against his lips and cheeks, Jun still didn't - wouldn't - bite. He'd much rather teasingly avoid John's obvious arousal, to trail more kisses up the man's stomach. The further he went had Jun readjusting again, until he had his feet under him and paused at John's mouth for a longer, deeper kiss.

After barely breaking from the contact, Jun murmured, "Your turn." He didn't straddle John again, instead half-laying and half-sitting on the couch, long legs spread in invitation. The curtain of his dark hair draped over his shoulders, and onto the nearby armrest behind him. The smudging of his lipstick was more apparent now, the sharp line of gold now blended with deep purple at the edges; both colors had retreated from the inner edges of his lips. Desire and arousal glittered in Jun's eyes, clear as stars in a countryside night.

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.

Jun would love to keep John's hand in his hair a while longer, to feel the other grasp at him and hear all those moans, but that could come after they were both stripped down. They had plenty of time to folow any whim they liked. Grinning as well in reply, some of the expression lingered at the corners of his mouth while they kissed again. Jun didn't doubt more color would be left behind on John's lips, and he let his mind drift to the idea of purple and gold in turn smudging a little onto his own skin, from however much ended up on that lovely mouth.

He raised his hips in the meantime, to help ease off the rest of his clothes. Thoguh now entirely bare, Jun wouldn't take his eyes off the other, nor would his smile entirely fade. A painting, huh? Well, he wouldn't disagree - he'd just say the same about John, with all that soft lighting playing over fair skin and dark hair, and that breathtaking awe bright in hazel eyes.

Jun tipped his legs even further apart as John trailed kisses from his knee up the inner side of his thigh. Feeling his heartbeat thrumming against the other's lips added a slight vocality to his next indulgent sigh, only for the inhale after to snag for half a moment with the teasing skim of John's teeth against sensitive skin. His upper body, in the meantime, melted a bit more into the couch cushions. Watching John with half-lidded eyes, Jun smiled wider once more as their gazes met - both enjoyment and encouragement, with how close the man's lips were to his groin. He expected eagerness, expected teasing, expected fast and slow all at once and knew it'd be beautiful regardless.

So when John instead pressed a few kisses back down his thigh, Jun's toothy smile lingered and a quiet warm laugh escaped. The sound dipped into a moan, building into a longer breathy one as those nips of teeth gradually worked up another flushed mark. The attentions made his freed length twitch, though Jun didn't yet reach for it. Instead, he raked one hand's fingers into John's hair with a drag of blunt painted nails. "And you're good at appreciating the artwork." A fond, gently heated chuckle. "Can really make someone feel like a masterpiece, with marks like that." Jun smoothed his thumb near the man's hairline, his look and tone softening further. "...Hope they've all told you how much a work of art you are too."

The way John tipped his head back and melted a bit more into the couch cushions was like a long, glistening drip of honey over that metaphorical dessert. Still, Jun didn't part his lips for anything more than his tongue. It was enough to have these sensations, to feel the other's hold tighten on his waist, to hear the hitched breath and the soft encouragement before a groan.

When Jun noticed John trying to get leverage and grind up against him, he couldn't help a warm endeared grin in the midst of his kisses. It still clung to the corners of his mouth after, and colored a throaty hum while he left behind another pair of vague purple and gold smudges on fair flushed skin. Much as his own arousal ached for more friction, Jun wanted to tantalize them both, just a bit longer.

John, it seemed, had other ideas - in the best way.

The firmer drag of blunt nails, hard enough this time to surely paint rosy lines down his tattooed back, made Jun pause again. Eyes fluttering shut and back arched once more, he breathed a moan near John's shoulder and answered first with a pinched tug to one nipple. Jun pressed his palms flat to the other's chest after, and indeed rocked his hips for a few indulgent drags of clothed arousals.

Leaning in to kiss below John's ear again - then lingering there for a little longer - Jun managed, "You up for us getting our pants off?" Another kiss. "I'd love to help with yours."

John thought he could feel the mouth pressed against his neck curve into a smile, though the sound that rose in Jun's throat was just as swift to capture his regard. As another kiss brushed his skin, he could only imagine the number of violet and gold smudges left behind, evidence of each tantalizing bit of attention from the singer ( and that he didn't intend to remove until he had to in the morning ).

It pleased him to leave marginally more lasting marks on Jun's body almost as much as the reaction he garnered every time. Beneath his hands, the other man's back arched into John before he felt the breath of a moan against his shoulder. Now, a faint grin of his own flickered across his face — until a tug to one of his nipples replaced it with a low groan before he caught his bottom lip between his teeth.

Despite the pressure of both Jun's palms against his chest, he wasn't expecting that first grind of hips. A sharp gasp escaped John, then; it was the best sort of friction, given when he wanted it the most yet anticipated it the least.

Amid the ensuing rocking of Jun against him, his grip found those wonderful hips. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. The internal mantra seemed paired with the rapid beating of his heart, his mind far too hazy for those few seconds to even dream of wishing for it to pause. Especially after another kiss to his flushed skin, John desired nothing more than lips against his neck, the drag of Jun's erection along his, and his fingers on pierced nipples or raking down that tattooed back.

At least, he didn't think there was anything he would wish for more. The suggestion Jun managed, mouth grazing below his ear, however? That surpassed it. "Yeah," John breathed in agreement. Allowing his eyes to flutter open, his hands slid forward to undo the button of Jun's leather pants. Gentle levity crept into his voice when he spoke next, pulling down the zipper. "If you'll help me with mine, then I'll help you with yours. And I can be very helpful."

Every sound, every groan and gasp, was a welcome gift. John's reactions were a perfect encore to that evening's concert, improvised and genuine and enthusiastic. Jun wanted to learn every inch of the man, wanted to see what might really make him sing - and what John might do to return the favor. Those hands on his hips definitely gave him a few options.

Options, like their fellows, which demanded less clothes in the way.

A faint hum escaped in Jun's sigh through his nose, starting short then dragging longer as John eased the growing pressure from his pants' fastenings. He pulled back just barely enough to watch the other's expression, and chuckled while his palms dragged over John's front from chest to waistband.

"I bet you can, with all these perfect ideas of yours." Jun leaned in for a kiss, fingers opening the button of the man's jeans before coaxing the zipper slowly down as well. A skim of his tongue along John's lower lip, before Jun continued. "It'll just be hard not to get comfortable between your knees."

Still, he'd do his best. Jun did have to extricate himself from John's lap, unfortunately, but he tried to stay as close as he could the whole time. His hands never left the other's body, bringing jeans and underwear both down John's legs. He relished the feel of soft skin and toned muscle beneath, and couldn't help a few more kisses to John's collarbone and chest while repositioning.

He did indeed settle between the other's legs, especially once he could drop those remaining clothes to the floor. Jun slid his palms back up over calves and thighs, dipping to kiss and nuzzle the latter's inner sides. Though he hummed, quietly yet thoroughly pleased, at the warmth and thrumming pulse against his lips and cheeks, Jun still didn't - wouldn't - bite. He'd much rather teasingly avoid John's obvious arousal, to trail more kisses up the man's stomach. The further he went had Jun readjusting again, until he had his feet under him and paused at John's mouth for a longer, deeper kiss.

After barely breaking from the contact, Jun murmured, "Your turn." He didn't straddle John again, instead half-laying and half-sitting on the couch, long legs spread in invitation. The curtain of his dark hair draped over his shoulders, and onto the nearby armrest behind him. The smudging of his lipstick was more apparent now, the sharp line of gold now blended with deep purple at the edges; both colors had retreated from the inner edges of his lips. Desire and arousal glittered in Jun's eyes, clear as stars in a countryside night.

He absolutely intended to leave all of John's marks as exposed as tomorrow's casual clothes would allow, and wouldn't even consider touching any of them with concealer. Every sign he'd experienced of his partners' passion had always been welcome, and would always be. Jun was used to wishing he could reciprocate with just as many or more loving bites, and used to setting that wish aside.

It helped that John's mouth was a wonderful distraction - and soon after, so was the build beneath the other's shirt.

Dropping the garment aside, Jun smoothed his hands back down over John's arms, shoulders, and chest. "As you wish," he smirked in return. He leaned in, angling his head to press an open-mouthed kiss under the man's ear. While his tongue got involved - the better to start leaving more little smudges of dark purple and gold - Jun's practiced fingers focused on squeezes of muscle, on pinching and rolling both nipples. He craved every reaction from John, every beautiful sound and every chance to spark a wonderful impatience.

Jun could feel the other's warm pulse beneath his lips and tongue with every lavished kiss down John's neck. It was tempting, he couldn't deny, but the sort of tempting a dessert after a filling meal was: a lovely thought, a delicious addition, but not necessary to be satisfied.

After his shirt was dropped off to the side ( probably pooling on the floor alongside Jun's previously discarded tank top ), John didn't need to wait long for hands to find his bare skin again. Lithe fingers traversed his upper body, leaving fresh sparks of warmth in their wake. Although his eyelids fluttered ever-so slightly, his attention remained on Jun's face, falling only for a moment to watch that intoxicating touch along his chest.

A huff of a laugh left John at the teasing reply to his own words. What a thing to hear in that melodic voice! With his arms encircling Jun's hips once more, his fingertips traced the waistband of leather pants and the smooth small of the other man's back.

The first kiss to his sensitive neck sent his head tipping back, his gaze finally falling shut at the sensation of breath against his skin. It was the next that had his own breath hitching in his throat and his hold on Jun's waist tightening. "That feels so good," John said, his cadence practically a whisper. However, the following sound to escape him was an obvious groan in-tandem with his next heartbeat, the brush of Jun's tongue ( and the promise of the lipstick marks that would be left behind ) fueling the flare of heat low in his stomach.

As the open-mouthed kisses continued, John ached to roll his hips in search of some degree of friction, of relief, yet found he was stymied by his current position ( wonderful as it was ). The grasp of Jun's hands and squeezes to his nipples laced each ensuing moan with an eager edge until the whim for his companion to rock against him flourished into a hungry desire. He bit his bottom lip for just a beat while he tilted his head to the side for more. Then, pressing his fingernails into the skin just below Jun's shoulder blades, he dragged them down the musician's back, certain he had left more marks of his own.

The way John tipped his head back and melted a bit more into the couch cushions was like a long, glistening drip of honey over that metaphorical dessert. Still, Jun didn't part his lips for anything more than his tongue. It was enough to have these sensations, to feel the other's hold tighten on his waist, to hear the hitched breath and the soft encouragement before a groan.

When Jun noticed John trying to get leverage and grind up against him, he couldn't help a warm endeared grin in the midst of his kisses. It still clung to the corners of his mouth after, and colored a throaty hum while he left behind another pair of vague purple and gold smudges on fair flushed skin. Much as his own arousal ached for more friction, Jun wanted to tantalize them both, just a bit longer.

John, it seemed, had other ideas - in the best way.

The firmer drag of blunt nails, hard enough this time to surely paint rosy lines down his tattooed back, made Jun pause again. Eyes fluttering shut and back arched once more, he breathed a moan near John's shoulder and answered first with a pinched tug to one nipple. Jun pressed his palms flat to the other's chest after, and indeed rocked his hips for a few indulgent drags of clothed arousals.

Leaning in to kiss below John's ear again - then lingering there for a little longer - Jun managed, "You up for us getting our pants off?" Another kiss. "I'd love to help with yours."

Jun could guess by the look on John's face that his answer hadn't explained everything, though the specifics of what questions remained or arose were a mystery. It was the lack of open suspicion or disgust, then, which Jun took comfort in. Besides, what were the chances that an earnest, straightforward guy like John was a vampire hunter? Not zero - but not that high, either.

Especially when he was reassured about his personal comfort. A hunter probably would've tried to frame pressure for Jun to reveal himself as interest, maybe a kink. What John offered instead were kind words and a closer embrace, one that Jun melted into a bit more. His own eyes fell shut, while he basked in the light clean scent of the other's shampoo for a moment.

Another gasp emerged, with a soft yet clear vocality, at the coaxing pull on his hair. Lashes fluttered, but didn't yet open, as Jun anticipated another ruddied mark. And John had yet to disappoint. Jun's hold tightened in turn, his hips rocking restless with every press and pinch of the younger man's teeth. The near-novelty of the 'role reversal' in every passionate bite had yet to lose its appeal, even across a couple centuries. The drag of the other's nails were a wonderful complement, pulling his back into a shallow arch once more. When John punctuated with a kiss to tender skin, Jun hummed low, almost a purr.

"And I want as many as you'll give me." His palms slid up once more, onto the other man's chest, and brought the hem of John's shirt with them. "Maybe let's get your shirt off first, huh? Even if I can't leave hickies, I'd love to go for some scratches if you want. Or more lipstick marks, or both," Jun chuckled.

Upon hearing another gasp from Jun as John pulled on that beautiful hair, a jump of his pulse followed. While he loved the satisfying moment when he discovered what coaxed such sounds from someone's throat, he reveled in employing it — over and over again. Nevertheless, an unexpected sort of softness touched his heart in the midst of it, too. The manner in which Jun had leaned into him after John's assurances sent a pleased flurry through his chest, one that left him glad that ( despite the myriad directions his mind had careened in as a result ) the teeth topic had been revisited.

As it was, he was precisely as willing as he claimed to focus on his attentions to the soft neck beneath his lips. Each firm nip earned him another roll of Jun's hips; that he knew to anticipate it whenever his teeth met skin allotted a headiness that flourished alongside the blossom of bruises. Did the other man mind that they might prove difficult to conceal in the morning? John supposed not, or it would have been mentioned ages ago. Well, wasn't that a rather exhilarating notion?

Between the bow of Jun's back under his nails and the purr-like hum as he soothed the most recent mark with a kiss, he was already prepared to follow up his declaration by adding crimson to the other side of the musician's neck. However, the upwards urging of his shirt hem distracted him in the nicest way. Although John was in no hurry to withdraw his hand from Jun's hair, he did — raising his arms over his head to facilitate the fabric's removal. A grin inching the corners of his mouth a little higher, he replied, "You can leave whatever you want."

He absolutely intended to leave all of John's marks as exposed as tomorrow's casual clothes would allow, and wouldn't even consider touching any of them with concealer. Every sign he'd experienced of his partners' passion had always been welcome, and would always be. Jun was used to wishing he could reciprocate with just as many or more loving bites, and used to setting that wish aside.

It helped that John's mouth was a wonderful distraction - and soon after, so was the build beneath the other's shirt.

Dropping the garment aside, Jun smoothed his hands back down over John's arms, shoulders, and chest. "As you wish," he smirked in return. He leaned in, angling his head to press an open-mouthed kiss under the man's ear. While his tongue got involved - the better to start leaving more little smudges of dark purple and gold - Jun's practiced fingers focused on squeezes of muscle, on pinching and rolling both nipples. He craved every reaction from John, every beautiful sound and every chance to spark a wonderful impatience.

Jun could feel the other's warm pulse beneath his lips and tongue with every lavished kiss down John's neck. It was tempting, he couldn't deny, but the sort of tempting a dessert after a filling meal was: a lovely thought, a delicious addition, but not necessary to be satisfied.

What a pretty arch under his hands, made all the more tempting by feeling more than he could see it. The friction Jun had started was over too soon, teasing himself as much as John. He could already so clearly picture grinding on the other's lap - either barely undressed or still half-clothed - to see how long they could last before stroking hands got involved.

Jun held onto that image, while his own sigh slipped out softer and carrying a faint low vocality. His head tipped forward, dark curtain of hair swept over one shoulder to drape onto John's. A few more clipped, quiet noises hummed in Jun's throat, though he could still manage words.

His thumbs didn't stop the whole time he spoke, only slowing a bit when his smiling lips parted at the pull to expose his throat. Jun followed the coax closer, palms sliding up enough to spread over John's chest with an almost-massaging squeeze. Dark eyes fluttered shut, both to bask in every kiss and anticipate the pinch of teeth.

When it came, a moan leapt eager from Jun's chest. He couldn't help rolling his hips again, in close to tandem with the work of John's bite against his skin. The tightness in his leather pants grew more apparent, though Jun didn't yet reach to unfasten them. Not when he could skate his nails down John's sides instead.

His next exhale faltered slightly at the tender kiss over the throbbing mark, and his smile broadened. Hopefully he'd be covered in more by the time they slept (or at least, by the time John slept); he wanted to look at them in the mirror for the next few days, wanted to show off at least one no matter what he wore. That single-word question pried Jun's eyes open. Right, of course John would ask; he was too clever not to.

"Got some pretty sharp teeth, I think from my dad's side," he explained, casual ease and a sheepish laugh hiding the truths left unspoken. "Roughness and hickeys are great, but drawing blood's a different thing. Don't wanna go all Dracula on you without a warning, y'know?" Jun punctuated with a kiss just past John's hairline, arms wrapping round the other's back.

John felt the subtle shift in the rhythm of Jun's thumbs in-time with his pull on the hair twined around his fingers. It was an intoxicating thing, to discover what pushed the other man closer to the sort of pleasure that allowed you to forget for a beat what you were even doing. However, it wasn't long before those prior ministrations were replaced by a squeeze of Jun's palms, and the satisfying press of their bodies ever-closer.

Despite it all, nothing in that moment could have struck him as deeply as the moan that was wrung into his ear at the first nip of his teeth ( throaty, melodic, eager ). Compounded by another deliberate roll of hips against his, he knew his next breath came sharp and heavy against the skin beneath his lips. Oh, with Jun in his lap, the effect John's ministrations caused remained undeniable. The front of his own slacks grew all the more constricting at the feel of it, not to mention the possibilities flashing through his mind. Adorning Jun's neck with more bruises, then drawing his attention lower for further marks —

With the drag of nails down his side, John was immediately distracted from what might be to what was. Although his back arched again into the touch, he tipped his head slightly for a view of the patch of red blooming upon Jun's skin. His earlier supposition had been correct: beautiful.

Then, their eyes met as Jun explained the meaning behind that vague word, careful. Regardless of the lighthearted demeanor in which it was delivered, John couldn't help but think that he possessed just as many questions now as he had before. Had he ever met someone with teeth so sharp that they might inadvertently draw blood? Not someone human — the thought flitted through his mind unbidden. And with the sudden mention of Dracula, John wondered if Jun was reading his mind. He sure as hell hoped not.

Still, even if he acquiesced to such suspicions and decided Jun wasn't human, what did it matter? If the intention was to harm John, it could have been attempted a dozen times over by now, human or otherwise. Keeping the truth quiet was often a necessity of self-preservation and, unless that bit about the ' mind reading ' was true, Jun had no idea what he actually did, much less that he did it among nonhumans every single day.

But, realistically, who else besides him would go home with the singer of a locally well-known band and wonder if they were human while they were straddled half-naked on his lap? He was being ridiculous. Probably. He was probably ridiculous.

"Yeah. I mean, don't do anything you're not comfortable with," John said, his gaze fluttering shut for a second at the press of a gentle kiss to his hair. Sliding his palm down Jun's chest, he wrapped his arm around his companion's back. "I'm not worried." A quiet smile flickered across his lips as he pulled Jun closer. "But I can take care of the biting." Prepared to prove his word, John's fingers wound tighter in Jun's hair for another firm tug before his mouth returned to that slender neck. While he traced his nails along Jun's bare waist and back, his teeth nibbled and bit at smooth skin. Once, twice, three times, it was hard enough to leave crimson behind, finished with a kiss. He paused only to murmur against Jun's throat, "I want to mark you everywhere you'll let me."

#rp #myersbprd #suggestive..//#nsfw..//

Jun could guess by the look on John's face that his answer hadn't explained everything, though the specifics of what questions remained or arose were a mystery. It was the lack of open suspicion or disgust, then, which Jun took comfort in. Besides, what were the chances that an earnest, straightforward guy like John was a vampire hunter? Not zero - but not that high, either.

Especially when he was reassured about his personal comfort. A hunter probably would've tried to frame pressure for Jun to reveal himself as interest, maybe a kink. What John offered instead were kind words and a closer embrace, one that Jun melted into a bit more. His own eyes fell shut, while he basked in the light clean scent of the other's shampoo for a moment.

Another gasp emerged, with a soft yet clear vocality, at the coaxing pull on his hair. Lashes fluttered, but didn't yet open, as Jun anticipated another ruddied mark. And John had yet to disappoint. Jun's hold tightened in turn, his hips rocking restless with every press and pinch of the younger man's teeth. The near-novelty of the 'role reversal' in every passionate bite had yet to lose its appeal, even across a couple centuries. The drag of the other's nails were a wonderful complement, pulling his back into a shallow arch once more. When John punctuated with a kiss to tender skin, Jun hummed low, almost a purr.

"And I want as many as you'll give me." His palms slid up once more, onto the other man's chest, and brought the hem of John's shirt with them. "Maybe let's get your shirt off first, huh? Even if I can't leave hickies, I'd love to go for some scratches if you want. Or more lipstick marks, or both," Jun chuckled.

Jun felt the faster thrum beneath skin in his trailing kisses, and a little smile resurfaced. So, John liked the idea of him begging? Something to keep in mind, especially when he grew more certain by the minute that he'd end up doing so before the night was out, no matter what positions they decided on.

Ah, another common point of enjoyment. Maybe once John's shirt came off as well, Jun could give the man's chest more thorough attention. First, though, his smile became an angled grin and he lifted his arms up to help shed his tank top. One hand's nails skimmed through John's shorter dark hair again, its opposite resting atop the couch's back.

Spine coaxed into another curve at the drag of palms up his sides, Jun angled his head to welcome one of them into his bound hair. A soft moan rode his sigh past parted lips, while delicate gold glinted with every teasing motion. His inhale was clearer, sharper, though with no less pleasure before it rushed out in a warm chuckle. When his own hands lifted this time, it was to untie his ponytail and unravel the ribboned braid. Jun thus leaned a bit heavier into John's attentions as those teasing fingers found his other nipple.

He dropped the ribbon aside onto his shirt, hands bracing on the man's shoulders just in time for a skim of teeth over one pierced nub to buzz hot through his nerves. Humming a groan of encouragement, Jun tipped his head forward to look down between them - both to watch John work, and for his own touch to reach the hem of the other man's shirt that much faster.

Jun didn't yet pull the garment off, instead slipping spread hands beneath it to indulge his curiosity with touch first. The softness of skin beneath string-callused fingers, combined with the gentle tug on his piercing, gave Jun's wanting noise a keener edge. "Working me up already; you're a quick learner." He rolled his hips, enough for a single press and drag of his growing arousal against John's. He'd enjoyed mouths and hands on his chest in the past, so regardless of the avenue the other took Jun would love it. "Is leavin' hickeys one of the things you're up for? I might have to be careful returning the favor, but I'd love wearing yours." Another short, quiet laugh while Jun's thumbs slowly rubbed over John's nipples under the latter's rucked shirt. "Can't help it; just want more of your mouth any way I can."

Although John missed Jun's hand in his hair the very second it left, he couldn't begrudge the reason. Silky, dark strands fell from the ribbon that had held them as the other man untied it, allowing his fingers to travel higher. However, his attention was immediately ensnared by the moan he garnered at the skim of his teeth against Jun's nipple; it was better than he could have ever conjectured it would be. It bolstered the warmth flooding John's veins, and sparked the arousal settled low in his stomach hotter. The potential for further noises to spill in-between them coaxed another fervent thrill down his spine, one that would have sent his hips rocking were he in any position for it.

Instead, as Jun's hand slipped beneath his shirt, he arched his back into the touch. Calloused fingertips ( surely made so from years of plucking at guitar strings ) pressed to his skin was a heady sensation, one John was certain reflected in the way his own fingers continued threading through the musician's hair. Oh, and to hear another eager sound from Jun, that teasing praise — ? ' Working me up already; you're a quick learner. ' His breath fairly hitched in his throat, compounded by that all too quick bout of friction from the drag of Jun's arousal along his own.

With a sharp exhale of breath, he permitted his eyelids to flutter closed as he took that perfect nipple fully in his mouth once more, the piercing between his teeth. He wouldn't mind doing this for a long time, John decided — lavishing Jun's chest until each dusky nipple was ever more sensitive under his touch.

The question that came next was the only reason he lifted his head, though Jun's current ministrations were ridiculously distracting ( and what a wonderful ' problem ' to have, trying to push past the way the edges of his thoughts were switching to static at every rub of those thumbs ). "Yeah?" A grin rose to his visage as his fingers curled in the hair close to Jun's scalp before he used his grip to tilt his companion's head. "And I want my mouth on you, and to see how beautiful you look wearing them." Pulling Jun closer, John pressed open-mouthed kisses along that slender neck. Upon reaching a tender spot, he nipped and sucked at the skin, hard, until he was satisfied with the red blooming beneath his lips.

As he pressed a kiss against the bruise, his thoughts already racing ahead as to where he might place the next one, a query of his own escaped him. "Why?" Did Jun think John was averse to any roughness despite what he had said? "Why would you have to be careful?"

What a pretty arch under his hands, made all the more tempting by feeling more than he could see it. The friction Jun had started was over too soon, teasing himself as much as John. He could already so clearly picture grinding on the other's lap - either barely undressed or still half-clothed - to see how long they could last before stroking hands got involved.

Jun held onto that image, while his own sigh slipped out softer and carrying a faint low vocality. His head tipped forward, dark curtain of hair swept over one shoulder to drape onto John's. A few more clipped, quiet noises hummed in Jun's throat, though he could still manage words.

His thumbs didn't stop the whole time he spoke, only slowing a bit when his smiling lips parted at the pull to expose his throat. Jun followed the coax closer, palms sliding up enough to spread over John's chest with an almost-massaging squeeze. Dark eyes fluttered shut, both to bask in every kiss and anticipate the pinch of teeth.

When it came, a moan leapt eager from Jun's chest. He couldn't help rolling his hips again, in close to tandem with the work of John's bite against his skin. The tightness in his leather pants grew more apparent, though Jun didn't yet reach to unfasten them. Not when he could skate his nails down John's sides instead.

His next exhale faltered slightly at the tender kiss over the throbbing mark, and his smile broadened. Hopefully he'd be covered in more by the time they slept (or at least, by the time John slept); he wanted to look at them in the mirror for the next few days, wanted to show off at least one no matter what he wore. That single-word question pried Jun's eyes open. Right, of course John would ask; he was too clever not to.

"Got some pretty sharp teeth, I think from my dad's side," he explained, casual ease and a sheepish laugh hiding the truths left unspoken. "Roughness and hickeys are great, but drawing blood's a different thing. Don't wanna go all Dracula on you without a warning, y'know?" Jun punctuated with a kiss just past John's hairline, arms wrapping round the other's back.

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"Well, the feeling's mutual there," Jun chuckled, the breath of his words feathering against John's cheek. Tempting as it was to keep peppering more kisses while he waited for the other's answer, he chose to hold off, pulling back just enough for their eyes to meet again. His own stare wandered as well, slightly hooded while it followed the line of John's nose down to those wonderful lips, then back up, as if trying to memorize each fragment of mingled color in hazel eyes.

They definitely shared a preference for touching their partners. Jun didn't mind a little tying up and whatnot, but only if he could be as sure as possible that it wasn't actually the end of a vampire hunt. Not the best thing to think about at a time like this. Fortunately, John assured an openness to experiment, then skimmed blunt nails up his tattooed back. Jun arched a little, rising subtly from the other's lap for a moment as if to chase the feeling, before he settled again. Gentle or rough? He had practice with both, with ensuring he still limited the latter enough not to injure on accident. Which might make John melt more? Maybe a mix of both?

Lined lashes fluttered at the lips brushing along his throat. He wouldn't dare bite down if it were his mouth on John's neck - not when the other didn't know what he truly was - but the rest of what he could do was more than appealing. And for his own part, he ached for John to bite down, to leave him littered with affectionate ruddy bruises. Even as gentle as it was, the tug on his hair had Jun's lips parting for a soft vocal sigh, eyes closed in a slow blink when their foreheads met. His whole scalp tingled pleasantly, already wanting more, a bit harder too. He might have comparatively more hair to work with, but there was still plenty to card a hand through, painted nails skimming just firm enough not to tickle. A low hum escaped from the back of Jun's throat at the rub of one thumb so close to his clothed groin. Another easy point of common enjoyment; Jun's slanted smile resurfaced.

That smile grew wider, dark eyes alight, at the mention of teasing. And after all that, for John to flush further with an assurance about lipstick marks, Jun followed a whim to kiss the end of the man's nose. Hot and cute all at once; I really lucked out tonight.

"You could probably tell I like hands in my hair too. Kinda sad I tied so much of it back," he admitted, only partly joking. "But I'm pretty sure I'd like your hands anywhere I can get them." Another kiss to John's cheek this time, then a few more leading to the soft skin just below one ear. He could feel John's pulse against his lips like the thuds of a kick-drum, but it wasn't so much a coaxing call as it was pleasant background music. Jun simply pressed another lingering kiss there, fingers curling a little more in John's hair. "'Cause I'd let you tease me," Jun continued in a low whisper. "Until I fold, 'til I'm begging for you." He pressed his hips closer against John's touch. "You can get a little rough if you want, too. I don't mind being manhandled."

Another kiss to John's neck, then another up near his temple. His other hand slid down onto the man's chest, teasing one nipple through the shirt. Half-lidded eyes watched John's face, hoping for enjoyment or at least not discomfort. "I like touches here. ...Both of mine are pierced, actually; made them more sensitive. Wanna see?" They were only simple gold hoops beneath the soft violet cloth of his backless shirt, but they'd accent dusky nipples and contrast nearby fine, dark chest hair.

John's gaze tracked each and every one of the reactions he garnered, from the eager arch of Jun's back to the fluttering eyelids to the sigh he couldn't help replaying in his mind ( imagining how it might sound were it louder, more desperate ). The sole distraction to his attention was the sensation of fingers in his own hair, coaxing another pleased hum that stuttered slightly when nails grazed along his scalp. Although it felt so good that he was tempted to tip his head back and chase it, he didn't wish to instigate any unnecessary distance — not yet, not when he was still reveling in the press of Jun's body against his. It wasn't until the kiss that traveled from the tip of his nose to the soft bit of skin behind his ear that John permitted himself to submit to it, just as the grip that was twined in his hair tightened slightly and ushered forth a deeper sound in his throat.

Hearing the murmured response about his teasing that came next sent his heartbeat thrumming ever quicker; if he hadn't already noticed the tightness in his jeans, he certainly would have now. Jun's voice and tantalizing kisses sparked a heat beneath his skin until it coalesced into something bright. In a way, it reminded John very much of the person who gave it to him. It was as if the light Jun emanated ( both while performing onstage under the watch of so many eyes, and afterwards while quietly asking him what he thought of the show when it was just the two of them ) bled into his skin with each touch. He surely wasn't the only one to feel it like this, yet he was the one who got to feel it right now.

Further thoughts were derailed with a swiftness by Jun's fingertips, trailing down John's chest until they reached his nipple. The touches weren't lost amid the marginal friction from the fabric of his shirt, and he found himself leaning forward into it. His lashes only fluttered for a brief second, however, before his eyes were fully on Jun once more. ' Wanna see? ' A flare of curiosity brought one of John's hands from Jun's hair to join the other at Jun's hips. "Show me," he said, taking the hem of the purple shirt and gently pulling it upwards.

Draping the discarded tank top over the arm of the couch, his eyes fixed again precisely where he wanted them to be: on Jun. With an appreciative exhale at the sight before him, John took immediate notice of the aforementioned hoops. Although he drew both his hands up Jun's sides, the left traveled higher to twine once more in dark hair ( would he be allowed to help pull it free? maybe when he was less distracted, he could ask ). The right strayed to the other man's chest, where it found one of those perfect nipples. Teasing it for a few moments between his fingertips, John already knew he wanted to linger there until he had heard every sound he could elicit from Jun.

He dipped his head then, taking the nipple between his lips; the contrast of skin and metal against his tongue was new, but he rather liked it. His now free hand reached for Jun's other nipple, allowing it the same ministrations, though firmer. Inquisitive as he was, John teased both in varying ways ( a graze of teeth, a tweak to the hoop under his fingers ). What would bring Jun closest to unraveling into a beautiful mess on his lap? Oh, he desired to find out.

Jun felt the faster thrum beneath skin in his trailing kisses, and a little smile resurfaced. So, John liked the idea of him begging? Something to keep in mind, especially when he grew more certain by the minute that he'd end up doing so before the night was out, no matter what positions they decided on.

Ah, another common point of enjoyment. Maybe once John's shirt came off as well, Jun could give the man's chest more thorough attention. First, though, his smile became an angled grin and he lifted his arms up to help shed his tank top. One hand's nails skimmed through John's shorter dark hair again, its opposite resting atop the couch's back.

Spine coaxed into another curve at the drag of palms up his sides, Jun angled his head to welcome one of them into his bound hair. A soft moan rode his sigh past parted lips, while delicate gold glinted with every teasing motion. His inhale was clearer, sharper, though with no less pleasure before it rushed out in a warm chuckle. When his own hands lifted this time, it was to untie his ponytail and unravel the ribboned braid. Jun thus leaned a bit heavier into John's attentions as those teasing fingers found his other nipple.

He dropped the ribbon aside onto his shirt, hands bracing on the man's shoulders just in time for a skim of teeth over one pierced nub to buzz hot through his nerves. Humming a groan of encouragement, Jun tipped his head forward to look down between them - both to watch John work, and for his own touch to reach the hem of the other man's shirt that much faster.

Jun didn't yet pull the garment off, instead slipping spread hands beneath it to indulge his curiosity with touch first. The softness of skin beneath string-callused fingers, combined with the gentle tug on his piercing, gave Jun's wanting noise a keener edge. "Working me up already; you're a quick learner." He rolled his hips, enough for a single press and drag of his growing arousal against John's. He'd enjoyed mouths and hands on his chest in the past, so regardless of the avenue the other took Jun would love it. "Is leavin' hickeys one of the things you're up for? I might have to be careful returning the favor, but I'd love wearing yours." Another short, quiet laugh while Jun's thumbs slowly rubbed over John's nipples under the latter's rucked shirt. "Can't help it; just want more of your mouth any way I can."

If it wouldn't have meant manhandling John off his feet, Jun might've obeyed a whim to draw the other somehow even closer against him. Still, it was sorely tempting, especially when one wandering hand slipped beneath his backless tank top. His inhale through his nose came from an audible depth, escaping in a throaty hum almost in tandem with that enticing noise from John.

Jun followed that small pull on his waistband, knowing they were headed for the couch without needing to open his eyes. Whether they stayed there the whole time, or moved to the bed later, could be played by ear. For now, he liked the thought of straddling John's lap too much to steer them anywhere else.

When their kiss parted enough for the shorter man to speak, Jun offered another toothy smile below half-lidded eyes. "You will. Don't think I could stay quiet if I tried." Both hands settled on John's shoulders, to coax the man into sitting first. Jun wasn't far behind, long legs spread wide so he could sit atop the other's thighs with only room to breathe between them. His forearms then draped on those shoulders - lax hands with crossed wrists resting on the back of the couch - as Jun leaned in again, this time to tease a few feather-light kisses over John's cheeks and mouth. "Tell me what kinda stuff you like; positions, kinks, whatever you want," he murmured, a smirk still clinging to dark painted lips. "And I'll tell you mine. We can find out if any ideas match up."

The breath that left John's lips was part exhale, part quiet laugh at Jun's reply. ' Don't think I could stay quiet if I tried. ' If there was one thing he had already decided, it was that he wanted to ensure that there would no thinking about it; he wished for Jun to know. As the notion flitted through his mind, he followed the gentle coaxing to sit on the couch he had steered them towards. John welcomed the gentle weight of Jun straddling his lap, his palms finding the bare small of the other man's back while arms fell across his shoulders. Immediately, any space between them was banished once more, and he was glad of it.

Fleeting kisses grazed his face and mouth in a distracting fashion, though he answered Jun's prompting with only the shortest of pauses. "I like you," John hummed, his teasing underscored by a grin before his eyes closed for a brief moment. When they opened to meet Jun's ( his amusement replaced by a sort of thoughtfulness ) his gaze trailed across the handsome features opposite his own. Oh, and that visage really was beautiful, with dark lips and precisely lined eyes serving to accentuate that fact. Really, John liked a lot about Jun, from the obvious passion for performing to the way it felt when their bodies were flush against one another; he suspected he would only discover more as the night went on.

"Right now, I think I'll enjoy most positions as long as I can touch you." Not that he was averse to having his wrists pinned or anything else once he trusted someone, but he preferred to learn each other first; at least, for now. "I'm up for a lot, and I like trying new things." A subtle smile appeared again. "But to start simple — " He dragged his fingernails up Jun's back, pressed just slightly against the skin. "I don't mind if you're gentle or not." Then, tipping his chin, John's lips skimmed along Jun's throat. "I like it when you touch me here." One hand lifted to card through dark hair, twining the strands around his fingers closer to Jun's scalp. "I like hands in my hair, and you don't need to be too careful." As he spoke, he allowed a soft pull on Jun's to bring their foreheads together; his other palm found its way to one of the thighs straddling him. Sliding it higher, John continued, "I like when you touch me here." His thumb swept back and forth atop the leather, right by Jun's crotch, before pressing more firmly.

All the while, he watched for any reactions he garnered ( and which, if any, of those things his companion seemed to like when he did them, as well ). "Then there's figuring out what feels so good until it's almost too much." John's mouth brushed against Jun's with each word. Exploring, figuring out what worked best and how — those weren't just things he liked about the world, but also about being intimately alone with someone who wanted to do the same with him. Levity rose in his eyes as he tacked on, "I'll tease you if you'll let me." What he continued with next sent another faint flush of color down the back of his neck and beneath the collar of his shirt. "And you can leave lipstick marks wherever you want. So, there are a few of mine." John's hand remained by Jun's hip, his thumb still brushing back and forth. "Now, tell me some of what you like."

#rp #myersbprd #suggestive..//#nsfw..//

"Well, the feeling's mutual there," Jun chuckled, the breath of his words feathering against John's cheek. Tempting as it was to keep peppering more kisses while he waited for the other's answer, he chose to hold off, pulling back just enough for their eyes to meet again. His own stare wandered as well, slightly hooded while it followed the line of John's nose down to those wonderful lips, then back up, as if trying to memorize each fragment of mingled color in hazel eyes.

They definitely shared a preference for touching their partners. Jun didn't mind a little tying up and whatnot, but only if he could be as sure as possible that it wasn't actually the end of a vampire hunt. Not the best thing to think about at a time like this. Fortunately, John assured an openness to experiment, then skimmed blunt nails up his tattooed back. Jun arched a little, rising subtly from the other's lap for a moment as if to chase the feeling, before he settled again. Gentle or rough? He had practice with both, with ensuring he still limited the latter enough not to injure on accident. Which might make John melt more? Maybe a mix of both?

Lined lashes fluttered at the lips brushing along his throat. He wouldn't dare bite down if it were his mouth on John's neck - not when the other didn't know what he truly was - but the rest of what he could do was more than appealing. And for his own part, he ached for John to bite down, to leave him littered with affectionate ruddy bruises. Even as gentle as it was, the tug on his hair had Jun's lips parting for a soft vocal sigh, eyes closed in a slow blink when their foreheads met. His whole scalp tingled pleasantly, already wanting more, a bit harder too. He might have comparatively more hair to work with, but there was still plenty to card a hand through, painted nails skimming just firm enough not to tickle. A low hum escaped from the back of Jun's throat at the rub of one thumb so close to his clothed groin. Another easy point of common enjoyment; Jun's slanted smile resurfaced.

That smile grew wider, dark eyes alight, at the mention of teasing. And after all that, for John to flush further with an assurance about lipstick marks, Jun followed a whim to kiss the end of the man's nose. Hot and cute all at once; I really lucked out tonight.

"You could probably tell I like hands in my hair too. Kinda sad I tied so much of it back," he admitted, only partly joking. "But I'm pretty sure I'd like your hands anywhere I can get them." Another kiss to John's cheek this time, then a few more leading to the soft skin just below one ear. He could feel John's pulse against his lips like the thuds of a kick-drum, but it wasn't so much a coaxing call as it was pleasant background music. Jun simply pressed another lingering kiss there, fingers curling a little more in John's hair. "'Cause I'd let you tease me," Jun continued in a low whisper. "Until I fold, 'til I'm begging for you." He pressed his hips closer against John's touch. "You can get a little rough if you want, too. I don't mind being manhandled."

Another kiss to John's neck, then another up near his temple. His other hand slid down onto the man's chest, teasing one nipple through the shirt. Half-lidded eyes watched John's face, hoping for enjoyment or at least not discomfort. "I like touches here. ...Both of mine are pierced, actually; made them more sensitive. Wanna see?" They were only simple gold hoops beneath the soft violet cloth of his backless shirt, but they'd accent dusky nipples and contrast nearby fine, dark chest hair.

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#ooc

For one short, unspoken moment, Jun wondered which books might have caught John's eye. Considering his collection, it could've been any number of things. But then the other's hands settled on his chest and neck, reminding Jun those thoughts could be left for later, either to be asked aloud or mused to himself. For now, there was the present, with John leaning up and pressing against him for a drag of soft lips along his jaw.

One of his own palms splayed on the younger man's lower back, both for support and to stay close. Jun's opposite hand trailed up John's spine, while his head tilted to welcome that teasing suggestion breathed over sensitive skin. Dark lashes fluttered, a toothy smirk lingering on his face. That the suggestion was an echo of his earlier assurance said plenty by itself.

Jun's wandering gaze did catch briefly again on that little smudge of dark lipstick he'd left behind in their last kiss, but only because he hoped to leave much more than that by the end of the night. In both contrast and complement to the way their lips met again, he tightened his embrace, but only enough to keep John steady on the fores of his feet. Jun barely managed to rein in his whim to lift the other up into his arms, or else make for the bed or couch; he wanted John to take at least half the lead in this.

When he paused in the kiss, it was just to murmur a belated answer to the other man's tease. "Good, 'cause I want you to hear what you do to me." As keenly as he wanted to hear the effects he'd have on John. Jun's tongue was there to ask silent permission for entry as soon as their mouths met again. A couple locks of dark hair slipped forward over one shoulder; long, deft fingers gripped both John's shirt and the enticing body beneath with a mix of both passion and tender care.

John couldn't help the ever-so slight grin that appeared upon his visage at the words spoken quietly against his mouth. The sounds he had coaxed forth thus far had only left him craving more, akin to eagerly awaiting the next note in a song — and the next, and the next, and the next. Before he could decide whether he wanted to answer with his voice or a kiss, Jun had determined it for him. Oh, and John was nowhere near complaining as his lips parted at the gentle press of the other man's tongue.

Between kisses and the grasp of elegant fingers, he felt the pace of his heartbeat quickening within mere seconds. Although the taste of Jun had lingered while they made the short trip from the venue to the apartment, he found himself chasing after it just as eagerly here, like it was their first kiss instead of what was now one of many. Undeniably heady, each press of their lips and brush of their tongues prompted John to lean into it all the further ( if that was even possible ).

The palm he had rested against Jun's chest trailed downwards until it reached the hem of his companion's sleeveless shirt. His fingers slipping beneath the fabric, they traced along the skin they met there. A soft, pleased sound rose in John's throat as his touch traveled up Jun's side, then back to the dark waistband. Already, his anticipation at the promise of the noises he might hear from the singer's lips flushed him with warmth from the tops of his ears down to his feet.

Drawing towards one of Jun's hips, the tips of his fingers slid just under the leather and gave a little tug toward him, so he could keep them close even as he took the steps back in the direction of the couch. It was the first comfortable surface John had noticed, though he had admittedly been rather distracted. Whether his host wished to intervene with a particular destination already chosen to steer them towards instead, he certainly didn't mind — but he did look forward to getting there! While he hoped he had made that obvious, he broke their next kiss only to murmur against Jun's lips, "I want to hear you, I want to hear everything."

#rp #myersbprd #mildly suggestive..//

If it wouldn't have meant manhandling John off his feet, Jun might've obeyed a whim to draw the other somehow even closer against him. Still, it was sorely tempting, especially when one wandering hand slipped beneath his backless tank top. His inhale through his nose came from an audible depth, escaping in a throaty hum almost in tandem with that enticing noise from John.

Jun followed that small pull on his waistband, knowing they were headed for the couch without needing to open his eyes. Whether they stayed there the whole time, or moved to the bed later, could be played by ear. For now, he liked the thought of straddling John's lap too much to steer them anywhere else.

When their kiss parted enough for the shorter man to speak, Jun offered another toothy smile below half-lidded eyes. "You will. Don't think I could stay quiet if I tried." Both hands settled on John's shoulders, to coax the man into sitting first. Jun wasn't far behind, long legs spread wide so he could sit atop the other's thighs with only room to breathe between them. His forearms then draped on those shoulders - lax hands with crossed wrists resting on the back of the couch - as Jun leaned in again, this time to tease a few feather-light kisses over John's cheeks and mouth. "Tell me what kinda stuff you like; positions, kinks, whatever you want," he murmured, a smirk still clinging to dark painted lips. "And I'll tell you mine. We can find out if any ideas match up."

The feather-light brushes against his skin during John's agreement rippled a tingling prickle over Jun's cheek and down his neck. His grin slanted with anticipation and intrigue. If not for the promise of actual privacy so close by, Jun likely would have gone in for one more kiss before going anywhere.

As it was, he followed John out of the bar without any further delay. Jun took a deep, long breath of night air while a passing breeze fluttered his hair. With a glance to the other, he tipped his head toward the bar he lived under, indeed across the street and one door down. Fortunately, they wouldn't have to parade through another crowd to get to his place; his front door was at the base of a half-flight of stairs.

On the way, Jun kept pace with John, so he wouldn't pull the latter along or make him rush. Much as he doubted either of them wanted to meander around. A glance over after that faintly breathy question snagged Jun's gaze on the other's again. His free hand adjusted his hold on the keys in his pocket, as he tried to figure out how to answer. The skim of John's thumb along his palm was a distraction, then followed by a clearer place to start. Then it was just a matter of how to phrase his honesty.

"Sometimes it feels like decades, sometimes like last week," Jun chuckled. "I try to get some practice in almost every day, so it kinda blends together. Had an interest in music and singing long before I could afford an instrument, but it was only after I could that my interest turned serious." The stairs down to his door, at one side of the bar's building, were gated off and enclosed by iron grating with an awning. Jun led the way down them with the same easy stride that he'd crossed the street. While fishing out the keys and unlocking the door, he added, "It felt more real then, I guess. Like it was something I could actually do, not just daydream about. ...C'mon in."

The look of Jun's basement apartment could be summed up similarly to the look of its owner: eclectic, but not tasteless. The pillows and blankets on the low-sitting bed, the couch and its throw, the shelving for both books and other media, the posters and pictures on the wall, the rugs, all the smaller furnishings - it was a collection of decades, even centuries for some pieces. Colors varied, but generally avoided too harsh a clash against each other. The brickwork of the walls, and dark soundproofing foam on the ceiling, softened the lighting a little. As extra assurance of their privacy, the door at the top of a stairwell near one wall had several after-market locks, all fastened on the inside.

Jun set down his guitar case carefully beside the bookshelf, then draped his cropped vest on the arm of the couch as he approached John. Once he was close enough to slide his palms onto the other's waist, Jun spoke softer this time. "Not a half-bad place to spend the night, I hope."

It wasn't exaggerating to claim that Jun's place was located ' just across the street ' because it was. Even so, John was glad for those few allotted moments to hear his companion's response to his inquiry about music. He couldn't relegate a date and time to when his own appreciation for it was born, but instead associated it with a rush of memories: sitting in his uncle's workshop listening to jazz through the radio that the man had covered in plastic to protect it from all the oil and fumes, drawing at his desk with his headphones on and connected to his little portable CD player, watching one of Thad's other bachelor friends play the banjo in the living room while he waited for his brother to call him back during those first years in Ponca until he turned ten and learned better. Perhaps Jun's answer was marginally vague ( and he wondered, for a second, if that was on purpose or if he had simply grown too accustomed to reading into everything ), yet it revealed a bit of insight regardless.

As they headed down the stairs to the apartment, such thoughts were replaced by further curiosity about what it might be like. John only pulled his hand away so that the door might be more easily unlocked, his fingers curling against his palm where Jun's had rested seconds prior. "Thanks." Stepping across the threshold, his gaze flickered about, taking in as much as he could at once. A slight grin rose to his lips as he considered just how very much it reminded him of the Jun he was coming to know, from the furniture to the colors. It must have taken a while to pull all together, considering the appearance and age of certain chosen elements ( and clearly without the aid of a Value City Furniture ). Intrigued by the collection of books displayed on one of the shelves, John traveled further into the room for a better look.

His eyes were still scanning the spines when he heard steps behind him. Turning around in time for Jun's hands to settled on his waist, one of his own rested against the man's chest while the fingers of the other lifted to brush up the back of that slender neck. "Not half-bad at all," John agreed, a subtle smile returning to his face once more. Tipping his head back, his mouth grazed along Jun's jaw as it had at the venue. "It's much better than not half-bad, really." When his heels rose from the floor for a moment, the movement pressed their bodies flush to one another in the way he had wanted since Jun kissed him. "Like a good place to get a little loud," John teased quietly as his lips brushed the skin just below Jun's ear ( he could feel his visage warm ever-so slightly as he said it, yet he didn't mind ).

This time, upon pulling back just enough, he leaned in first. The kiss was soft but fervent, his fingertips trailing higher up Jun's neck beneath long, dark hair. Those lips against his sent an eager shudder down John's spine quite like before — only now, he didn't need to withdraw. In fact, he intended to do the precise opposite.

For one short, unspoken moment, Jun wondered which books might have caught John's eye. Considering his collection, it could've been any number of things. But then the other's hands settled on his chest and neck, reminding Jun those thoughts could be left for later, either to be asked aloud or mused to himself. For now, there was the present, with John leaning up and pressing against him for a drag of soft lips along his jaw.

One of his own palms splayed on the younger man's lower back, both for support and to stay close. Jun's opposite hand trailed up John's spine, while his head tilted to welcome that teasing suggestion breathed over sensitive skin. Dark lashes fluttered, a toothy smirk lingering on his face. That the suggestion was an echo of his earlier assurance said plenty by itself.

Jun's wandering gaze did catch briefly again on that little smudge of dark lipstick he'd left behind in their last kiss, but only because he hoped to leave much more than that by the end of the night. In both contrast and complement to the way their lips met again, he tightened his embrace, but only enough to keep John steady on the fores of his feet. Jun barely managed to rein in his whim to lift the other up into his arms, or else make for the bed or couch; he wanted John to take at least half the lead in this.

When he paused in the kiss, it was just to murmur a belated answer to the other man's tease. "Good, 'cause I want you to hear what you do to me." As keenly as he wanted to hear the effects he'd have on John. Jun's tongue was there to ask silent permission for entry as soon as their mouths met again. A couple locks of dark hair slipped forward over one shoulder; long, deft fingers gripped both John's shirt and the enticing body beneath with a mix of both passion and tender care.

#rp #myersbprd

He could feel John's tongue exploring just as eagerly, but the fact the other didn't break the kiss nor push him away suggested his canines' sharpness was taken in stride. And thank fuck for that, because John had a lovely mouth. A lovely everything, really. Jun wasn't keen to end this night early with a fuss over teeth.

Watching that grin emerge, and the fresh blush bloom soon after, he wanted even more to find out what else could cause or intensify those reactions. He wanted to see how far that blush could reach, how bright it could get. He wanted to find the spots or attentions or position angles that could make John giddy with pleasure, what could make him bite those tempting lips again. He wanted to scatter more smudges of dark lipstick all over the other's body, every place he wished he could leave a hickey without breaking skin.

Just as Jun's hands began to retreat, John coaxed him in by the neck for one more kiss. He nearly chased after when it broke too quickly, eyes opening again. Though he didn't need help to stand, Jun accepted it all the same, adjusting his hold on John's hand to interlace their fingers. He slid the strap of his guitar case back onto his shoulder properly, offering another toothy smile of his own. "Much as I love the fantasy of losing patience and having each other in a back alley, my place is just across the street." Jun tipped his head toward the bar's door to illustrate. "That alright? It's basement level, and no roommates," he leaned in to finish teasingly near John's ear, "so we can get a little loud if we want."

Jun's fingers slipping between his elicited another smile as John's gaze briefly flickered down to take in the sight of it. When they had introduced themselves before the show, the notion had arisen that he liked how well their hands fit together ( not to mention those beats in which they had tarried there, neither one of a mind to pull away too quickly ), and the same remained true now. His thumb brushed along Jun's index finger in-tandem with such thoughts, which rapidly began to intertwine with musings about replacing that touch with his lips.

The grin directed at him dragged John into the moment once more. Back to Jun's place. It was an intriguing idea, to be sure, and not only because it was preferrable to just anywhere. The state in which someone kept their living environment said a lot about them — what pictures they deemed worth hanging on the walls, what they kept nearby within easy reach, whether it was designed for company or cozy for themselves. He found that he wanted to know what those details revealed about Jun, to learn what else lingered behind those arresting, dark eyes.

Of course, the teasing words murmured by his ear left him to wonder if he would be able to focus enough to even notice any of that once they arrived. Despite the faint, reoccurring hint of color to the tips of his ears, John tilted his chin up until his mouth just grazed Jun's jaw as he replied, "That sounds more than alright." With a squeeze of his palm against Jun's, they headed off the stage and across the bar floor to the exit. As they stepped outside, he welcomed the night air against his warm skin, though he was dubious that it would completely dissipate any time soon between their closeness and the promise of what awaited at their destination. Jun was the sort of beautiful that storytellers regaled listeners with in fairy tales, with a love for music that was fully tangible, a lyrical sigh that bordered on a purr when John's hand grasped the other man's shoulder, fervent touches along his inner thigh that made him shudder —

He needed to pay better attention to the present or he was liable to walk into oncoming traffic. Thus, while he allowed his companion to lead the way, his gaze fixed on Jun. "Tell me about your music." The slightly breathless edge to his voice almost embarrassed John, as if it might betray the pleasant thrumming of his heartbeat even now. He resumed the stroke of his thumb along the side of Jun's hand and fingers as he continued, "When did you start to play?"