Simon huffs a quiet laugh against his neck, incredulous, like he doesn’t know, doesn’t *understand.*
“For rutting against you like a horny dog?” He asks into his throat. His face feels hot against John’s neck, and he will not raise it.
That cannot stand.
“For rutting against you like a horny dog?” He asks into his throat. His face feels hot against John’s neck, and he will not raise it.
That cannot stand.
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Simon’s face goes soft, the pull of his scars so striking in the warm light of the bedside lamp,
He nods, slowly, accepting, and eases back down onto John with a sigh that feels like it shakes the foundations of the world, like he’s been carrying a burden too great and has finally found a place to set it down,
With *John.*
Ecstasy sizzles like lightning in the pleasure centers of Johnny’s brain as Simon melts into him again, deeply, and then deeper yet as his breath shifts, cadence changing, the weight of him melding them together as Simon, Ghost, his beautiful,
So yes.
John can take or leave sex, as a general rule.
But he’ll rend into blood and ashes and smoking ruin anything that tries to keep him from this, from *Simon,* and never look back.