He allows his gaze to be lead by the hold on his chin, fluidly moving as he's inclined without a trace of hesitance. The potentially frightening statement just pulls a crooked grin of puppy-love across his mouth and paints a dreamy look over those adoring green eyes whilst John's heart starts to cantor inside his rib cage.
"Sweet-talker," he says in mostly approving, mock-accusation. "Enough to make a guy go all weak in the knees."
It's plenty sweet and sentimental for these guys.
John should have known it wouldn't be as easy as admitting he wanted it, even if he had been compliant in doing so much quicker than in instances previous.
"What, you wanna hear me say pretty please? Tell you I'll get you off at every snap of your fingers because that's how badly I need you to hurt me?" the taunt melts into something semi-compliant as the idea charms and intoxicates him as he says it.
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Date: 2020-04-13 06:55 am (UTC)"Sweet-talker," he says in mostly approving, mock-accusation. "Enough to make a guy go all weak in the knees."
It's plenty sweet and sentimental for these guys.
John should have known it wouldn't be as easy as admitting he wanted it, even if he had been compliant in doing so much quicker than in instances previous.
"What, you wanna hear me say pretty please? Tell you I'll get you off at every snap of your fingers because that's how badly I need you to hurt me?" the taunt melts into something semi-compliant as the idea charms and intoxicates him as he says it.