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Rodney’s thigh looked shockingly white against the black polyester of the thigh holster. There were already faint marks of pink where the rough fabric rubbed against delicate skin and John would help rub some cream into it later but, here and now, it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“This is —“
John cut off Rodney’s attempt at a protest by rubbing his cheek against Rodney’s thigh, shivering at the mix of textures against his stubble. Rodney shivered too, swallowing audibly and spreading his thighs further apart, giving John more room to play.
“You were saying?” John murmured against Rodney’s skin, causing goose pimples to raise where his breath tickled. He mouthed at the fabric of the holster, wetting the skin underneath it.
Rodney let out a strangled moan. “This is torture,” he complained.
John moved back, resting on his heels as he looked at Rodney splayed out in front of him, naked except for the standard issue belted thigh holster. “This is hot,” he countered, rubbing his hands over Rodney’s opened thighs. “You’re hot.”
“You’re a freak,” Rodney said, his voice catching breathily as John’s hands grazed lightly across his balls.
“Turn over for me?” John asked.
Rodney rushed to comply, making John smile. Once Rodney was face down, John helped him spread his legs again, pushing them just a shade wider than would be comfortable. Rodney’s cock jerked at the gentle ache and John rewarded him with a press of lips against the small of his back.
The straps of the holster were buckled tightly, pressing red marks into Rodney’s pale skin. That, combined with the trembling in Rodney’s muscles as John pushed his thighs just that bit farther apart was almost enough to push John over the edge.
He rubbed his thumb against the cleft of Rodney’s perfect ass, relishing in the moan he received in response.
“Can I?” he asked.
“You’d damn well better,” Rodney replied.
John hooked his fingers in the straps of Rodney’s thigh holster and held on while he positioned himself just right.
“Freak,” Rodney muttered fondly.
“Your freak.” John pushed in, the thorough prep he’d done before buckling on the holster making it easy.
“Mine,” Rodney moaned in agreement.
“Always.”