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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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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."

Priestly sort of makes a thumbs up gesture, which is all he can really do at the moment to acknowledge that he's heard and understands, and remains completely focused, figuring out how to use his throat just like he would have used his lips and his tongue to get John off.

When Granby does come, it's almost silent, Head thrown back and his Hand tight on the arm of the chair. He's pathetically grateful, in that moment.

Edited 2012-08-19 14:57 (UTC)

It's actually easier to handle than Priestly thought it would be, and when he pulls back so that just the head is in his mouth, he swallows a couple more times and he's good, he doesn't need to cough or anything. He licks the head down and then lets John slip out entirely, sitting back on his heels and finally looking up at him again.

"Jesus," breathes Granby, boneless, for a second, before he leans forward, bending at an awkward angle to catch Priestly's mouth with his.

It's what he needed. Exactly what he needed.

This whole thing was just really to make John feel good again, to make him feel comfortable, so even on that level alone it seems like a success. And of course, any time someone comes it's a success. Priestly's pride in his newfound ability is secondary to making sure that John's doing okay.

He stands up a little, just enough to kiss him back more easily.

His hand comes up, fisting in the front of Priestly's shirt, holding him to the kiss, pressing forward with his tongue and groaning at the taste of his own come on Priestly's lips.

"Better?" says Priestly, finally standing up all the way to stretch his body out, arms above his head and all, before leaning in to touch his lips to John's again.

"Better," he says, hand coming up to cradle the side of Priestly's face, holding him to the kiss. "Now you."

"Nah, that's all right," says Priestly. He can take care of himself; soon, he hopes. John doesn't need to worry about that. "I've got it all under control."

"What if I want to?" he asks, a somewhat defiant tilt to his chin. "What if, right now, it's all that I want?"

"In that case," says Priestly, kissing him again, "who am I to stop you from doing what you really want to do?"

Granby's on his feet quickly, pulling Priestly in with a hand on the back of his neck, kissing him hard and hungry, knee pressing forward between Priestly's to urge them wider.

Priestly almost loses his balance it's so unexpected...but certainly not unwelcome. He yields easily to the pressure; this, too, is the way John wants it to be. Though, selfishly, Priestly is enjoying the hell out of everything that they do.

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