[ it's not alluring. it doesn't really turn him on. john seems apprehensive. far too nervous. and like he's taking it like some sort of challenge. the energy is off in a funny way he can't place. not quite right.
he tilts his head, finally letting that smile fade out. all that's left is a corner of his lip curved in a smirk - a curious sort of one. his eyes analyzing. well.
fuck it. ]
Hm. [ first thought. he grabs the front of john's shirt and pulls him in forcefully, stronger than he looks. moving forward to press their lips together. energetic. fiery. too quick to give permission to breathe but nothing bruising. it's him taking over john's mouth greedily. ]
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he tilts his head, finally letting that smile fade out. all that's left is a corner of his lip curved in a smirk - a curious sort of one. his eyes analyzing. well.
fuck it. ]
Hm. [ first thought. he grabs the front of john's shirt and pulls him in forcefully, stronger than he looks. moving forward to press their lips together. energetic. fiery. too quick to give permission to breathe but nothing bruising. it's him taking over john's mouth greedily. ]