crowspace | I will grow my own trees while you follow the moon

[ most of it is rough, slightly raised patches of scarred nicks. the rest is fresher, healing wounds; places where they might just be fading, cuts having closed themselves to leave tender muscles beneath-- likewise, it's exceptionally sensitive.

and it's an intimate contact, at that, if due to the nature of how he hurts himself there, but the gentleness of shuji's fingers elicits an appreciative intake of breath. if its shuji, then he can let him touch there.

and he's appreciative enough that he pushes forward to kiss shuji's mouth again, deeper this time: it's nothing fervent or urgent, but slow, soft. his fingers go to work at those buttons again, pulling his shirt open so that he can smooth his hand from his chest to his abdomen, drag his palm over bare skin to the rest at the man's waist. ]

[Shuji could never hurt John. Even if John hurts himself - no, especially because he does, Shuji will be even more gentle to make up for it.

The touch to his chest makes him shiver, the callouses on John's hands making it an entirely different experience from touching himself there. Not to mention - it's John.

He shrugs his shirt off entirely, then pulls his mouth away from John's long enough to say:]

You can keep going.

[There's nothing Shuji wouldn't trust John with. Of course he trusts him with this.]

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[ ah. ]

[ there's a beat, and then his smile grows softer. ]

Okay.

[ muttered, nearly, at shuji's lips. he doesn't let his gaze linger too long over shuji, his chest and abdomen, then (even if, he thinks, he could spend all day just admiring him). instead, he further unfastens a few buttons at his own throat. his hand caresses over the other man's exposed skin, appreciating as he further considers; it's then that he gives a little push so that shuji will lie flat against the couch.

he kisses at his neck, mouths at his collarbone. he reaches down to deftly--although blindly, focused as he is otherwise--to adjust shuji's belt. although he begins at pulling it away, he dosesn't quite finish the job, allowing it to partially fall against the couch. that hand instead goes to palm shuji through his pants. ]

[He doesn't need to push hard at all - Shuji will go wherever John guides him. If that means laying back, then by all means.

Especially if that ends up with John's hand rubbing against him, separated only by a few layers of fabric. Shuji moans, loud and shameless in its enjoyment - because John is trying to make him feel good, so why would he be ashamed?

But it's not in his nature to lie back and just receive, so he grabs at the bottom hem of John's shirt and tries to tug it over his head. It's in the way. Shuji can't return the pleasure like he wants to with this shirt here, so it has to go.]

[ .. slowly grinning as the hem of his shirt is toyed at, because john agrees: it has to go. ]

Here.

[ so he'll help him with that, raising upward to strip the shirt off over his shoulders. its discarded without another thought to it onto the floor.

curving back towards shuji again, the moan goes straight to john's growing arousal, such that he has to breathe a sigh out over his skin. shuji has that effect on him, and of course his thoughts jumble as to what other noises he can tease out of the man, how much louder he could be. and he's soon to resume laying a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the man's chest, tongue encircling a nipple, then moving lower--

he unfastens shuji's pants, pulling the zipper apart. his hand bunches in the fabric of the man's underwear, tugging it downward so as to expose his cock to the air. the change in temperature may be abrupt, but john's quick in pressing his palm to it again, fingers wrapping about its length to give it a few warming strokes. ]

[Shuji's too warm already - John's breath is warm on his skin, John's tongue sends shocks of heat through his body. He can hardly say it's too cold when John frees his cock, and even if he did, John corrects that right away.

Shuji hates to lie back and just receive, but he also hates the idea of stopping John from doing this. A compromise, then - he tangles his hands in John's hair. (As always, John keeps him steady.) His voice, when he manages to sound it, is hoarse.]

You're too good to me, John, you feel so good already...

[Already, when he's hardly touched his cock.]

[ he gives another tug to shuji's pants, slides his underwear down lower to reveal the man's thighs. strong hands follow the motion to brace themselves against the man's knees a moment. his gaze drags along the plush curve of his lips, his soft throat, chest, down the muscles of his belly. he's so -- perfectly free of any marks, save for any blush john had coaxed to the surface of his skin through his heavy kissing. he chuckles at the remark, nudging into the fingers that tangle in his blond curls. he wipes his mouth, ]

Nope. Can't be too good to you, Shuji.

[ can't. doesn't think anyone can. ]

[ he repositions himself, planting himself on his elbows so that he's more comfortably closer. he nips softly at the pale skin of shuji's inner thighs, then to shift and press a warm kiss to the base of shuji's cock. ]

[All scars he might have acquired before have healed with application of ink, so it's just bare skin and a flush that goes down from his cheeks to his shoulders.

Shuji might protest that remark, but John's mouth has a way of being distracting, particularly on Shuji's cock like that. He moans, loud and nearly wrecked already.]

You're gorgeous, you know that - you're amazing.

[He may never stop praising John until speech leaves him entirely.]

[ yeesh. he's barely begun, and here already comes a train of praise. ]

[ john can't (wouldn't here, anyway) protest, however, as he takes the head of shuji's cock in his mouth. he dips lower, then, coating the shaft halfway with saliva. and he moves back up again, swirling his tongue against the tip of shuji's cock. not to say he neglects the rest of it, what as he works his tongue to that area, a hand reaching to encircle his fingers around the base and rub his thumb up along the shaft. ]

[Shuji lets loose a train of praise on John when John isn't sucking him off, he shouldn't be surprised.

What he's doing now certainly doesn't hurt. Shuji's fingers clench more tightly in John's hair before relaxing. He can't take his eyes away from John, even though the sight of him working over his cock is nearly as arousing as the feeling. His hips quiver and it takes all Shuji's willpower to keep them mostly still.]

John... Wanted to do this for you so long...

[For him - that is, in Shuji's fantasies it was him giving and John receiving.]

I will grow my own trees while you follow the moon

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