[ There’s a finesse to the sort of choking Kerry likes: not too little, not too much. He prefers something closer to the latter, depending on his mood — and right now, with Johnny, he’s craving that pain. Wants to vent a half-century’s worth of frustration via sex. Biting and scratching and fucking and no, Johnny. Never-fuckin’-ever mine.
So as his throat gets squeezed real tight, Kerry can’t help but think: Finally. Eyes closed; hands doing one last drag across Johnny’s back till his arms fall to the bed. Just letting Johnny give him that finally — letting his mind blank, feeling almost weightless beneath that hand.
It’s the kiss that snaps Kerry out of it; maybe even more-so the hands on his face. Johnny could just fuck himself on his dick and be done with it, but he’s not. Why? Kerry can’t wrap himself around the why.
He falls under that spell, though. Tilting his head to meet Johnny’s lips every which way; desperate, really. Always been desperate to be wanted by Johnny. Kerry could kiss him for hours: facial hair scraping his skin. Lips and soft tongues and a hint of something human.
Once he can finally manage to slightly pull back, Kerry asks under his breath: ]
What’re you doin’, Johnny? The hell are you doing?
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And I love Johnny~
Date: 2026-01-29 01:14 am (UTC)[ There’s a finesse to the sort of choking Kerry likes: not too little, not too much. He prefers something closer to the latter, depending on his mood — and right now, with Johnny, he’s craving that pain. Wants to vent a half-century’s worth of frustration via sex. Biting and scratching and fucking and no, Johnny. Never-fuckin’-ever mine.
So as his throat gets squeezed real tight, Kerry can’t help but think: Finally. Eyes closed; hands doing one last drag across Johnny’s back till his arms fall to the bed. Just letting Johnny give him that finally — letting his mind blank, feeling almost weightless beneath that hand.
It’s the kiss that snaps Kerry out of it; maybe even more-so the hands on his face. Johnny could just fuck himself on his dick and be done with it, but he’s not. Why? Kerry can’t wrap himself around the why.
He falls under that spell, though. Tilting his head to meet Johnny’s lips every which way; desperate, really. Always been desperate to be wanted by Johnny. Kerry could kiss him for hours: facial hair scraping his skin. Lips and soft tongues and a hint of something human.
Once he can finally manage to slightly pull back, Kerry asks under his breath: ]
What’re you doin’, Johnny? The hell are you doing?