#huney.draft

[saccharine-huney]

I am a person of taste and I consider the idea of sex with clothes incredibly hot

hear me out

smut

John straddling Smitty's hips, hair a mess of sweat-dampened curls that stick to his temples and forehead. He still has his shirt on, buttons half undone in haste, just enough to reveal his happy trail lower and get a glimpse on those tantalising collarbones.

His jewellery makes a noise with each bounce of his hips, chains on the neck hitting each other softly, bracelets jiggling together on his trembling wrists, rings digging into Smitty's supple thighs as he holds on for dear life.

Each bounce makes the tip of his cock bump against one of the buttons on his shirt, makes Smitty hold his waist tighter, crumpling the fabric between his fingertips as they get lost in the urgency of their need.

OR

John pressing Smitty's head down against the cushions, leaning his chest against Smitty's back with each deep thrust while his other hand snakes below the hoodie.

It's that oversized one, soft and very warm that Smitty got specifically for winter, the one he only wears around the house.

John loves ruining Smitty in it, enjoys the tears and little hitched sounds the other makes when his cold fingers skim across the heated skin.

One of the sleeves was rolled up to his elbow while the other almost hid his fingertips, the hood laying against his shoulder as he bites the soft fabric to muffle the noises and shudders when John's hand slide up to run along the dip of his spine.

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sex with clothes is all about the idea, that little mystery that hides behind the fabric even if you know your partner's body by heart.

write it more.

[saccharine-huney]

the more I think about it the more I love the idea of car sex

smut | blowjob | unsafe sex (don't suck dick in a moving car/while they drive)

Smitty has McLaren and a Ferrari (a red one no less) and just imagine.

John is the most spoiled passenger princess ever.

Not only he gets free drives in amazing sport cars looking his best, it's also his boyfriend who spoils him rotten while doing so.

Coffee? Sure, they'll make a stop. Food? No problem, pick a place, they'll be there in ten. And that glove compartment holds all John's little trinkets if he needs something last minute because Smitty is just considerate like that.

But John is one greedy man.

It's not his fault, okay? Smitty just looks amazing. Carefree, confident, with his window slightly rolled down so his dark curls puff out in the wind. One hand on the wheel while the other easily rests on John's knee with his fingers drawing mindless shapes through the fabric, and that combo of aviators with a small smile?

John is down bad.

He knows.

Smitty also knows.

John can see that Smitty knows because his smile turns just a little more crooked, his fingers dig into John's knee just a little harder and his foot presses on the pedal so the car would pick up speed.

"You're a bitch, you know that?"

Smitty laughs every time, turning his head just slightly as they roll into highway and look at him right above the aviators.

"I'm your bitch."

And every time John groans, looks at the empty road ahead and reaches for Smitty's pants.

He ducks under Smitty's arms as soon as they pass the "100 km/h" sign on the side of the road (and Smitty's definitely teetering the limit), deftly working on unzipping his jeans and pushing the elastic band of Smitty's boxers down to let his cock out.

John loves this little game they play. Loves to pretend every time that this will be their last, loves to tease Smitty until he's fully hard beneath his fingertips, loves licking the first drop of precum off the tip before he fully takes him.

John can hear Smitty's breathing getting heavier, can hear the small groans and breathy sighs the younger lets out. Smitty's cock twitches on his tongue and the position is awkward every time but John lives for those moments.

The knowledge that John was unraveling his boyfriend with his mouth right on the highway, in his expensive car while Smitty held onto the wheel for dear life? It all made John's own cock leak with need.

However, those highway moments were always Smitty's, and John made sure it stayed that way.

He let his tongue slide along the veins, let his teeth barely scrape the sensitive flesh, and hollowed his cheeks as much as the stupid angle allowed.

Smitty's hand would slide into his hair when he'd get close, not push further but to hold in place while he let his hips thrust weakly a few times and finish with a chocked curse.

John would lick off every last drop, slide off Smitty's dick with a wet noise and swipe his tongue along his bottom lip with a shit-eating grin.

"Now you're my bitch."

[saccharine-huney]

this was brought to you by John's stream where he talked about his love for lower stomach/thighs + my own headcanons <3

suggestive | border smut

Smitty, who is obsessed with John's hands.

John pinning Smitty by the throat as soon as the door shuts behind them, leaning into his face with poorly hidden smirk.

He's not choking him yet, but Smitty can feel the warmth of John's fingertips pressing into his neck, the cool metal of his rings scraping against his skin.

It's a small action, one that John has done a thousand times by now but it still makes Smitty's head spin, cock already hardening in his jeans.

Of course, Smitty being his unapologetically bratty self — smiles in return, licking his bottom lip as he stares right into John's eyes.

"You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid."

"So what if I do?"

But instead of crashing his lips against Smitty's, John lets go of his throat and leans down to kiss already reddening skin in the shape of his palm.

Just as quickly as he grabbed the younger he steps away, flashing a teasing smiles as he leaves Smitty hanging and half-hard right by the front door.

VS

John who is obsessed with Smitty's thighs.

John doesn't get into one of those moods often, but when he does?

There's something about the tantalising, pale flesh of Smitty's inner thighs that makes John's mouth salivate.

They would be laying on the couch, with John's head snugly between Smitty's thighs. But he turns his head a little to the side and Smitty is wearing those home shorts — and John is a goner.

John hikes the shorts higher up Smitty's thighs, tongue immediately darting out to taste the skin before his lips close around the plump flesh and leave the first mark.

John is a devoted man, immediately turning on his stomach, hands wrapping around Smitty's hips as his mouth leaves trail of dark marks along the pale, sensitive skin.

"You look like a pathetic puppy who finally gets to play with their toy."

"You know I'm not pathetic enough yet."

"That'll be you in an hour."

Smitty lets John indulge, satiate that itch and claim his body while already thinking about that promised later.

Smitty will make sure to punish his eager puppy.

[saccharine-huney]

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