👅 + collarbone (flashback)
No matter how many times they did this, John never failed to keep him interested. They’d been making out when John pulled back, and then he was kissing down his neck, Will tilting his head back to give him better access. He’d never admit it, but he loved it when John marked him, even when it was too high, and he had to figure out how to hide it for work. He felt John’s tongue trace along his collarbone as his hand ran through his curls. “God, I love you.”












