I will grow my own trees while you follow the moon

[thesettingsun]

it's a john/shuji catchall post

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[vitis]

[ john slides the belt through loops, letting it drop to the forest floor. and, fuck, he couldn't forget how good shuji is with just-- what he does, the renewed, hot slickness of the man's throat enough to have him mentally scrambling for purchase, forcing the vine to compliant stillness so as to not risk gagging, regardless. his breath rolls over shuji's neck in warm waves, over marked skin where he'd had nipped, his concentration momentarily thrown to the wind.

but then the vines twisted about shuji's legs loosen for a moment. he doesn't have to look to give a rough, downward tug of shuji's pants, fingers bunching through fabric as he pulls the underwear, for good measure, over and past shuji's cock.

the vines respin themselves around bare thighs this time, edging upward until grip over shuji's arousal. ]

[thesettingsun]

[Even if it's with vines, the way John freezes everything for a moment reminds Shuji of other times that both of them have had to hold still for a second to keep from being totally overwhelmed. Shuji's always pleased to elicit that reaction from John, and the moan that isn't totally muffled around John's vine comes from that.

Then John finally wraps the vines around his cock, and all hope of hiding his groans is abandoned.]

God, John...!