Hi~ I remembered in an old post of yours (I don't remember the exact one sorry) where John and Bob were sexting and Bob mentioned sucking on John's dogtags so just. Wanted to throw you this ask for whenever you're in the mood to write something horny/about Bob's oral fixation that I think John getting to witness this in person (and perhaps fucking Bob silly while he still sucks on them) would be pretty great 😌🙏
[No rush though, I can't even imagine how full your inbox is! just whenever the inspiration hits 💜]
omg yessss thank u for the excuse to write this i love u bob's oral fixation and also bob getting fucked silly 💖 i am in the mood to write smut tonite sooo enjoy 🙈💖
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It really shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did.
Bob probably wasn’t even aware of what he was doing. Given the way he barely glanced up when John walked into the room, he definitely wasn’t intending to get John hot. Everything about him was just unfairly fucking attractive.
He was sitting on his side of John’s bed, knees propped up with a book balanced on them. Though he had on a t-shirt and his bathrobe, it did almost nothing to cover the length of his legs, his boxers leaving little to the imagination.
On top of all that, and what really got John going, was that Bob was sucking on John’s dog tags.
It wasn’t like it surprised him. John knew that Bob had done it before; he’d admitted to it over text while upset about his oral fixation. And honestly, Bob sucked on a lot of things. There wasn’t a hoodie he owned that didn’t have its drawstring chewed apart and his cuticles were evidence he still had the power to damage his own skin.
But the dog tags… they were something else. Bob looked insanely adorable with them between his lips, his gaze fixed back on his book like he didn’t even realize they were there. John lifted his jaw from the floor as he approached the bed, not entirely subtle in his entrance.
He dragged his right index finger up Bob’s leg, all the way from the base of his sock to the inside of his knee. Bob glanced up from the book with an amused grin and, to John’s disappointment, tugged the metal away from his mouth.
“Hinting at something there, handsome?”
John shrugged and kissed the top of Bob’s knee. “Just looks like you could use something between your legs.”
“Let me guess, that thing is your cock?”
“I was going to just say me but I won’t argue.”
Bob slid the bookmark from the back of his novel to the page he was on. He set the paperback on the table to his left and shifted as he spread his legs apart. The robe quickly fell to the outsides of his knees, but his boxers still covered the best parts.
He nudged John’s chin with one hand and nodded toward himself. “What are you imagining?”
“You,” was all John answered. He tugged his own shirt over his head and tossed it to the side before he crawled between Bob’s knees. His hands worked to undo the belt of Bob’s robe as he leaned in for a kiss, savoring the faint, bitter aftertaste of Bob’s minty Zyn. “Look so fucking pretty tonight.”
“Mmhm.” Bob chuckled against John’s lips. He dropped his hands to help John discard the robe, his own hands reaching for John’s jeans. He kissed John twice more as he undid his button and fly, then pulled back just long enough to say, “Off.”
John shimmied the pants off without argument, tossed them on the floor, and immediately reached for the hem of Bob’s t-shirt. Or rather, his t-shirt that Bob was wearing. He pulled it over Bob’s head and kissed him again. That time, he moved in a line down Bob’s body, kissing all down his torso until he reached the waistband of his boxers.
Bob’s thumbs gave him the go-ahead to take them off, revealing his beautiful pelvis and a cock that was clearly into their actions. Then the same thumbs reached for John’s, and he stripped his own last garment off, the tip of his heavy cock tickling Bob’s balls as it fell free.
“Here.” Bob handed John the lube from the bedside table, his breath already quickening the slightest bit. “Should be okay, I had the plug in earlier.”
Though at first John wasn’t sure about it, Bob’s fascination with anal training had won him over fast. He nodded as he slicked himself with lube, tested Bob’s hole with two fingers just to be sure he was telling the truth. There was less resistance than he expected.
John shuffled forward until his cock was kissing Bob’s entrance, then slipped his arms under Bob’s knees and set his hands on Bob’s waist. He slowly began to push inside, only to pause when a quiet whimper left Bob’s lips.
It felt like a good time. If there was any time for him to do it, that had to be the best time.
Without thinking too hard about it, John reached for the dog tags around Bob’s neck and carefully slid them between his lips. Bob bit down instantly, eyes slightly widened as he stared at John. John only smiled as he started to move, his fingers pressing into Bob’s skin as his cock rolled forward and back inside him.
And, holy shit, Bob was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
His entire body softened aside from his cock when John fucked him. His left hand rested on his stomach as his right clung to the blanket beneath him, his thighs fallen to putty at John’s sides. His eyes drifted open and shut as he mouthed at the dog tags, low whines escaping around them when John slid across his prostate. His cock dripped slowly but steadily, lines of precum spilling down his twitching shaft.
“John,” Bob started, muffled by the metal between his lips. “John. John.”
“What’s wrong, baby?” asked John, suddenly afraid that he’d somehow messed it up.
But Bob just grabbed John’s wrist and mumbled, “Deeper.”
Deeper made it even better. Deeper made the thickest part of John’s cock pound against Bob’s prostate, made full spurts of precum leak out of him. Bob’s chest rose and fell heavily, his mouth open just enough to see the way his tongue played with the tags between his teeth.
Though he’d started out gentle, Bob demanding deeper indicated he wanted more. John fucked him harder until both Bob’s hands were twisted in the blanket; until all John could feel was the slide of his cock against Bob’s ass cheeks and all he could see was Bob’s mouth when it fell open, metal balancing on his lips.
Rather than speak his next request, Bob gave his nonverbal indication. He tugged on John’s wrist again, this time in the softer, more urgent way that said he was ready; that he wanted to be filled.
John wrapped his arms around Bob’s thighs and groaned with pleasure and relief as he spent himself deep inside his partner’s hole. The moment the flood began to fill Bob, he bit down hard on the dog tags, hips bucking upward as he came. Several ropes of cum splattered on his stomach as John held him steady, cock gently working him through his release.
When John finally pulled out, a generous amount of semen followed him, sticking to Bob’s thighs when he lowered his legs. John breathed heavily as he collapsed at Bob’s side. He dragged his fingers through Bob’s hair and kissed his forehead, smiling at the dog tags still between his lips. He brushed away a small trail of drool and kissed Bob’s nose before he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him in closer.
“You okay?” Though he’d gotten used to the way Bob melted after bottoming, John still felt the need to check in every time.
“Mmhm.” Bob nodded and drew the dog tags in deeper, like they were grounding him as he dragged himself back to reality.
“Okay.” John smiled and brushed his thumb along Bob’s cheek. “You look really cute sucking on my dog tags like that.”
Bob chuckled and shook his head. He buried his face in the crook of John’s shoulder, his chin wet against John’s skin as he suckled on the metal between his teeth. John had no idea how long they stayed there for, only that he wished it could be forever.
tfw you’re trying so hard to avoid spoilers for so many shows at once but they are everywhere and it’s too much and it will probs be ages before you get to them anyway
