Coming Home

John narrowed his eyes. "Or what? Oh you know what... I'm gonna punish you for a very, very long time." He whispered, giving Heath's thigh another hard slap. "I know somebody who's not gettin' off anytime soon." He said in a sing-song voice.

He reached into the drawer of the night stand, and pulled out a cock-ring. With his signature smirk always playing on his lips, he slipped the ring on Heath's member, turning on the vibration. "I'll just leave that on for a good... half hour or more." He said casually with a shrug.

A soft moan is wrenched from Heath's lips. He's never been that loud in bed. For some reason, he always falls quiet, whispered words, soft sounds of pleasure, compared to how loud he was in and out of the ring, his quietness in the bedroom borders on demure.

He writhes a little. "John, Darlin', c'mon," he murmurs, his hips grinding against the empty air, futilely searching for any kind of friction he can find.

"Oh baby, I love the sounds you make. You should make them more often." John breathed quietly. This time the roles were reversed. Johnny was usually the screamer. The moaner. The groaner. The one who made sounds that shook the windows. Well, John was going to make Heath scream, and scream loud.

John smirked, his hand snaking up Heath's thigh, his fingers pressing against Heath's entrance. He had never topped the other man before. He was almost nervous, But never let it show.

Heath's breath catches a little and he can't help but tense up a little. "Lube, Darlin'," he murmurs, slipping out of the game for just a moment. It can hurt like hell when a partner gets too enthusiastic and doesn't do the prep work correctly. It's been a long while since Heath bottomed, but he does remember that discomfort.

He's unaware that he's biting down on his lower lip nervously, a habit he thought he'd broken years ago. He wants to do this for Johnny, but it's been a long time... he's very unsure.

"Right, sorry..." John said, digging through the drawer for a bottle of lube. John's never topped. Ever. He was unsure and nervous, but he couldn't stop now. He lubed up his fingers before lightly pressing one past Heath's entrance. He knew pain down there better than anyone. He was going kinky tonight, not rough.

He let Heath get used to the one finger before carefully adding another, pushing them in further.

Heath squirms a little, biting the inside of his cheek. He's not at all sure about this, but he doesn't want to stop. He's so nervous that he's finding it hard to relax and he's sure it shows in his eyes. "Baby--" he murmurs, trailing off uncertainly. He's not sure what he wants, all he knows is that he needs something to distract him right now. "John, Darlin'--"

John smiled softly and leaned up, kissing Heath as he stretched him. "Relax, baby..." He whispered against his lips before going back to making out with him, hoping to do distract him from the sensations down there from John's fingers. He knew what it was like to be nervous. But he'd make it good for Heath. John would make sure Heath didn't regret this.

Heath returns the kisses avidly, the tension slowly leeching from his muscles as he loses himself in the kiss. After a moment, he pushes tentatively against Johnny's fingers, moaning in surprise at the sudden burst of pleasure that brings. He breaks the kiss, panting. "Darlin'," he murmurs.

John smiled slightly against Heath's lips as he finished stretching him. "You ready for me baby?" He whispered, already in between Heath's legs.On the outside, he looked calm. but on the inside, he was afraid and nervous. he'd never done this before. He hoped he pleased his lover.

Heath takes a deep breath, then nods. He's done this before. He can do it again. "C'mon, Darlin," he murmurs, spreading his legs a little wider. "C'mon, Johnny..."

John buried his face in Heath's neck as he slowly pushed past Heath's entrance, entering his tight, warm heat. John moaned as he slowly went deeper and deeper. He stopped, letting Heath adjust.

Heath groans softly, his nails digging into his palms. It hurts a little more than he remembered, but the pain isn't all bad. Once he relaxes a little, it's quite nice. "'s good, Darlin'," he pants.

John smiled softly and kissed Heath as he slowly started to thrust, in and out of his lover. The sensations were so different, it was amazing. He loved it, and he loved Heath. "Oh god..." He moaned as he pushed deeper.

The cuffs rattle a little as Heath forgets himself, trying to reach out and touch Johnny. His hands ache to do it. He's pulling so hard and yet he can't hear the rattle of the cuffs. He has no idea about the bracelets of bruising that ring his wrists. All he's aware of is the intense sensations and how much more he wants.

"C'mon," Heath pants, wrapping his legs around Johnny's waist. "Harder!"

John pulled back before slamming back in. He kissed He kissed Heath harshly before going down to kiss his neck, leaving big hickey's and marks. "So tight..." He moaned as he roughly thrusted in and out. Heath was so warm, so tight it was ridiculous.He undid Heath's cuffs, wanting to fee' those hands in his hair.

"Oh god, you're so damn tight baby." John moaned, biting harder on his neck.

Heath's legs tighten around John's taut waist, trying to push him in even deeper. For a guy who'd never topped before, John was sure taking to it like a natural. Once freed, Heath's hands immediately go to John's hair, his fingers curling tightly in the silky tresses he was so proud of. He pulls John up for another kiss, one that's all tongue, teeth and passion.

He's never been a meek bottom, just laying there and taking it. He's determined to give as good as he gets. He moans into John's mouth as the brunette hits that sweet spot inside him. Heath throws his head back, gasping harshly.

John moaned into the kiss, plunging his tongue into Heath's mouth. THe man tasted so good. He pounded into the redhead harder, trying to go as deep as he possibly good. He loved how Heath's walls squeezed around him. He faster, never breaking their kiss. He angled his hips, hoping to slam right into HEath's sweet spot.

John was determined to show he wasn't just a pretty little submissive. That he could top with the best of him. Granted, he preferred bottoming. But topping Heath felt so good, he wanted to do it again. He groaned, trying to prevent himself from coming too soon. He bit Heath's bottom lip, reaching in between them to stroke the redhead's manhood.

The hard stroking makes him whimper. The pain is just enough to get him going without being too uncomfortable. It's been a while since he's bottomed, and he knows he's going to be sore later, but it feels too damn good to stop.

It's a second bite to his lip, the sharp, glassy pain that finally sends him over the edge, moaning his lover's name.

John hit Heath's sweet spot again and again. He started to feel his control slip away. "Heath..." He moaned, stroking his lover faster. "C'mon Heath... let go." He groaned as he slammed into that tight warm heat. He threw his head back, his control lost as he came long and hard inside his lover. He had to admit it was one of the most intense releases he'd ever had.

Heath rides the wave of his orgasm for a long time. He's barely aware of the seconds ticking by as his body starts to slow down and cool off from the intense release.

He settles back on the bed, shuddering. A thought passes through his mind of grabbing a shower, but he's entirely too sated and comfortable to think about it right now.