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And perhaps it's inevitable that he ends up here. His head's still reeling and he's not sure what he's about. More than anything, he needs to feel pinned down in the universe. He needs to feel certain about his place in something. So he goes to Priestly, prepared to explain himself if neecessary.

Basically, he just needs to feel comforted.
He doesn't care if it's selfish.

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It's the perfect thing right then and Granby finds himself so grateful for it that he could weep. He shifts his hips in the chair, lifting his gaze to study Priestly for a moment.

"You do not have to feel obligated," he says.

Priestly laughs; he just can't help himself. "Look," he says, squeezing John's thigh again, "when it comes to you, I pretty much always want it. My time with you and whatever we do in it is anything but an obligation."

"We feel the same, then," he says and his smile is hard won but it's definitely there. "And anything you give me would be a comfort, truly. It would be...lovey, to lose myself in you."

"How about you just relax right there, then?" says Priestly, reaching now for the fastening on Granby's pants. "I think you've earned the right to have someone take care of you for a little while."

Granby lets out a shuddering breath, hand coming up to skim against Priestly's jaw.

"I honestly don't know what i did to deserve you."

"I'm messy and insecure and have a personal style that most people describe as freakish," says Priestly as he slowly and carefully shimmies John's pants down just far enough that he has full access. "Whatever you did it must've been horrible, but how about you let me go down on you for a while anyway?"

"You underestimate yourself by miles," says John, biting his lip over a smile as Priestly strips him. His cock's already more than stirred.

"I'm not about to say no."

"I like myself just the way I am," says Priestly as moves to his knees between John's legs and licks at the barely exposed skin at the top of his thigh, "but I know what other people see." Then he moves in for the prize, rubbing his cheek against John's hardening cock and kissing the lowest bit of his abdomen as he does.

No more words. Granby shifts his hips, pressing into that brush of friction, the whisper of Priestly's lips against his skin.

"You don't even know how much I love doing this," murmurs Priestly before taking the head into his mouth, tonguing it gently all over, and reaching to cup John's balls in his hand.

He doesn't know but he can guess - it's always been something of a favourite of his too. He sighs, melting back into the chair, keeping his arse in the seat and letting Priestly take all the time he needs.

He does want to take it slow, a leisurely exploration of John's cock. A lick here. A suck there. There's a time to fuck someone hard and fast up against a wall, and there's a time to take it nice and easy, comfortable and intimate and no less satisfying.

It's easy enough to grow to full hardness, under Priestly's ministrations. His hand brush against Priestly's hair. He bites his lip and lets out a shivering breath.

He takes his mouth off to kiss John's abdomen again, to lick the crease where it meets his leg. "Just relax," he says, burying his face for just a moment to lick at his balls. "Just let me do everything."

At that, he shifts, spreading his legs wider, giving Priestly as much room as he wants. He shifts his hand, draping it against the arm of the chair instead.

"I'm all yours."

Priestly doesn't try to talk after that, reaching in to cup his balls again, to press a finger to the strip of skin behind them, and putting his mouth back over the head of his cock. He sucks at it gently, but with enough intensity that John can definitely feel it.

It's odd how such a thing can make him feel owned and contained both. He shifts his hips, humming lightly under his breath. He tries to say relaxed, let's his head fall back and lets Priestly take whatever he will.

Priestly gets a handful of fabric behind John's knee and clutches it as he takes him in deeper, in love with the feeling of someone getting even harder in his mouth, stretching inside of him against the slickness of his tongue and cheeks.

It has the definite feeling of being in safe hands. He shifts his hips, careful not to push up too hard, groaning softly at the sensation of being buried in the wet heat of Priestly's mouth.

He dares to use only the slightest bit of teeth, the barest of scrapes, before he washes over the same area with his tongue and sucks even harder, takes him in even deeper and wills his gag reflex to behave just this once.

Usually, he makes a point of being careful here, trying not to nudge the back of Priestly's throat too often (if at all). There is a definite and complete thrill in realising that Priestly is ignoring it.

Granby groans softly.

Priestly will be the master of his own body this time, because he thinks it matters, and so he swallows and he swallows again and there, he has it and he's breathing through his nose and he closes his eyes and takes it all in.

Oh, God. That's almost enough to finish him, right there. He fights not to move his hips, not to push deeper than he already is. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, broken even in his own ears.

Priestly keeps his focus on what he's doing, because he has to, because he wants this bit it still takes every bit of his willpower and concentration to keep going. But his body doesn't rebel, he's able to take John down and keep him down and swallow against his cock again.

He makes a strangled sound and he's trembling with the effort of not thrusting into Priestly's mouth. He doubts that he could get any deeper than he is already. He's on the verge and, though Priestly hasn't ever shown an unwillingness to have Granby come in his mouth, Granby thinks that it's only polite to warn him.

"Nearly."