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Simon had been thinking about it for a while. The past couple of months with Johnny had to be the best thing that had ever happened to him. The man was endlessly patient with him. Always taking his time, always prioritizing Simon’s pleasure.
At times he felt like he didn’t deserve the near worship that Johnny bestowed upon him. But then Johnny would always talk him through it, explain how he liked showing everything to Simon. He liked it when Simon was strung out and whimpering with pleasure. It worked out well because Simon quite liked it too.
Johnny made him feel safe, he knew he was allowed to ask for what he wanted. He knew that he was allowed to ask for more and if Johnny could, he would give it to him.
His boyfriend was always supportive. He still remembered the first time he had tried to ask to have Johnny fuck him on his own initiation. Remembered how shaky he was, how timid. As if Johnny would think him a freak for wanting to have sex with no explanation other than the fact that he wanted it.
But he hadn’t thought any of those things, he had just smiled and guided Simon back to his room. He had sat Simon down before even touching him. They talked about what they wanted, talked about what they were going to do. Then they made love on Simon’s bed, soft and sweet.
Simon still smiled at the memory, it was a good one. He also remembered the first time Johnny had said that he didn’t want to do anything one night. Simon had tried to initiate that evening. They had just gotten back from a mission, he had felt the buzzing of adrenaline in his veins.
He had pushed Johnny up against the wall, asked him to make love to him. Johnny had kissed him sweetly, but held his hips tight, not letting Simon grind against him the way he was desperate for.
Once again Johnny had guided them back to one of their private rooms before explaining to him that he couldn’t tonight. There was too much adrenaline in him. He was too keyed up to do something like that at the moment.
Simon had instantly drawn back into himself, worried that he had pushed too far. All of his insecurities rushing back in an instant. He mentally scolded himself, he should have known, he shouldn’t have pushed Johnny.
He didn’t get far before Johnny was pulling him back. He explained that Simon had done nothing wrong. He told him how proud he was that Simon asked for what he wanted. He told him how he didn’t trust himself to love Simin the way he wanted to love him.
Johnny explained that as much as he wanted to make love to Simon, he couldn’t right now. He talked Simon through it until they both calmed down. They talked about how both of them felt. He told Simon that there was nothing wrong with asking as long as he was ok with getting a yes or a no as his answer. Just like Johnny always asked him and was fully prepared for a yes or a no, there were no wrong answers with them.
They talked about different things they could do instead. Johnny gave him options of things to do together, things Simon could do on his own. In the end, they had decided that they wanted to go on a walk together. They had walked in the shadows at the perimeter of the base for kilometers. They walked hand in hand, lapping the base until they were dead on their feet, adrenaline from the mission faded. They fell into bed together and passed out in each others arms.
Those and countless other situations that had left Simon reeling but still feeling safe. It all added up to his current situation. Everything had led up the conversation that he was currently mulling over in his head. The conversation that he wanted to have with Johnny.
He was in the other man’s room, waiting for him to get out of the shower. He was waiting patiently thank you very much, not at all squirming in anticipation about the possibilities of how it was going to go. He knew that Johnny wasn’t going to get mad at him, he knew that if it wasn’t something that he wanted that Johnny would tell him.
Simon only had to wait for so long, because soon enough his boyfriend was walking in from his bathroom looking hot as sin with his towel dried hair and still steaming skin. The sight took his breath away, stirring a heat in his gut that almost sidetracked him from what he wanted to say.
Johnny caught his eyes and sent him a wink that made his stomach flip pleasantly. He set his towel down and dropped a kiss to Simon’s forehead, a common occurrence that he never failed to lean in to.
“How are you sweetheart,” Johnny asked.
“I’m good Johnny, you saw me an hour ago. Nothing’s changed,” he scoffed.
The shorter man made a face of mock offense, “Am I not allowed to check in to see how my boyfriend is doing?”
“You are,” Simon admitted, even after all these months he still blushed when Johnny called him his boyfriend.
He hummed, pleased with the answer, before going about his room and getting ready for bed. He was putting a bit of face lotion on when Simon spoke again, he was still trying to work on his confidence with things like this, but he was trying.
His voice sounded unsure, even to his own ears as he asked, “Do you think we could have a sex conversation tonight?”
Johnny didn’t even mention the nerves in his voice, he had never teased Simon for being nervous about that stuff. Instead, he perked up at the question, “Course we can sweetheart. Good kind, bad kind, or somewhere in the middle?”
“Good kind,” he answered, not looking at the man, “I’m pretty sure. You said I could ask you questions, and I think I’ve got some.”
Johnny beamed at him, “You can always ask me anything Si, let me just finish up real quick then I can give you my full attention.”
Simon let himself have a little smile. In the meantime, he burrowed under the covers on his designated side of the bed and just passively watched Johnny move around the room. He watched as he straightened up a few things and set out his uniform for tomorrow. He loved watching Johnny move around his own space, content to just wait and observe.
Soon enough Johnny was sliding into bed next to him, both leaning up against the headboard, shoulders pressing together. Johnny pulled his knees up to a comfortable angle and set his hand out on his own thigh. It was an offer, but not a demand.
Simon took his hand and brought it into his lap. He fiddled with his fingers, using it as an outlet for his anxious energy. He cleared his throat, “I’ve been trying to think of how to ask questions in order, but I can’t figure out where to start.”
Johnny’s head was turned slightly towards him, not staring him down but still giving his full attention. Simon appreciated it.
The Scott responded, “Doesn’t need to be in order sweetheart, doesn’t need to make sense all at once. I can just answer one by one and we can go through it together.”
Simon nodded sheepishly, it felt like he always needed Johnny to remind him. He spoke softly, “You know I love you right?”
He squeezed his hand, “Of course Simon. I love you too.”
“You know I like everything we do in bed, right?”
“Oh I know Si,” Johnny said with a bit of humor in his voice, “I can tell by how you whimper and beg for it every time.”
Simon’s cheeks heated up at that, he stared intensely at Johnny’s hand in his, “I may not know a lot but I’m not stupid. I know that what we do isn’t everything that people do with sex. I…”
He couldn’t figure out how to continue that thought. He glanced at Johnny, silently asking for a hand. Johnny always helped when words were hard.
Th man smiled, “You’re right. And I have never thought you were stupid Si, inexperienced maybe but never stupid.”
“I just… was curious…”
Johnny’s brow rose in interest, “Curious? About what is out there?”
He nodded, absolutely refusing to look him in the eye as his cheeks burned red, “Ha- have you ever done anything like that?”
“There is a lot out there Si, can’t say I know exactly what is in that pretty head of yours. ‘M not tryin’ to make you uncomfortable, but can you clarify what you are asking that I’ve done? Just want to be on the same page.”
Simon nodded, trying to gather words. He had no problem clarifying, he just needed to figure out how to say it, “So I was walking around base and I heard people talking. Sounded like they were talking about what they had done the night before. I didn’t stay long but they were talking about kinks? Something about rope? Is- is sex with rope what kinks is?”
Johnny smiled like he wanted to laugh, even if he didn’t follow through. Simon knew he hadn’t done anything wrong. He knew that Johnny wasn’t making fun of him, but he couldn’t help but shrink into himself at the expression. Still a bit too fragile and uncertain to be confident with what he had asked. He knew that he had something not quite right but he didn’t know where he had messed up.
Johnny took a breath, gently placing a hand behind Simon’s neck as a grounding pressure, “Easy pretty boy, you know I’m not laughing at you. You are right, I’m sure you have heard of all kinds of things people do in sex. Kinks are different things that people like in a sexual context. One of those can be playing around with ropes. So someone can have a rope kink, or I guess it’s called a bondage kink.”
“It’s not just ropes,” he asked.
“Correct, there are a ton of things that people are into. Some of them are a bit more intense than others, but as long as everything is consensual and legal there is nothing wrong with any of it. Just like what we do, when people have kinky sex they have to make sure that everyone agrees. Make sure that all parties are ok with what is happening,” Johnny explained kindly.
Simon had long since settled back and was leaning against Johnny’s shoulder. He hummed at the explanation, “So have you- have you had kinky sex? That’s how you say it?”
“You got it right Si, and I guess I have in the past. Nothing crazy, I think that for myself to get more into that type of thing I would have to be with the person for longer and long term relationships haven’t been my strong suit in the past,” he pressed a kiss to Simon’s forehead, “I suppose I was just waiting for you. I knew those relationships weren’t meant to last.”
Simon scoffed, “You’re a big sap. Did you like it?”
“I did,” he knew Johnny had no reason to lie to him.
Simon had never been jealous of the people Johnny had been with before. He knew that he had past lovers and that was ok. Because now Johnny was with him and he wasn’t going anywhere.
“I just, uh I guess I just want to know what is out there… I don’t know if I would even like anything like that but I… I don’t know maybe this was dumb.”
Johnny squeezed his hand, “It’s not dumb Simon. I promise. If anything, I think it’s good to be curious, it means that you feel safe to explore more. Safe to see what is out there. You don’t have to like any of it. If you want to keep making love like we do that is completely fine too. I am more than happy to do exactly what we are forever. Hell, as long as I’m with you I don’t care if I never have sex again. I just want to love you Simon.”
Simon hummed, “I think I would like to learn about some of it. Nothing too crazy, but I just want to know what is out there. Would you be willing to show me?”
“Of course, I would love to. Did you have anything in mind love?”
He shook his head and Johnny smiled, “I think I might have an idea about something you might like. What do you say we try it out tomorrow?”
He was stifling a yawn as he nodded. Johnny just laughed and rolled onto him with a bear hug. He wiggled around, taking Simon with him until they were both a laughing mess. Johnny pressed a firm kiss to his lips, “Proud of you love, get some sleep.”
“Love you Johnny,” was his sleepy reply and they were both knocked out in a matter of moments.
Notes:
So the plan is to have each chapter focus on exploring a new kink/topic while still building their relationship chronologically. I've already got a few things outlined that I want to have for these two, but I would love to hear what y'all think they should explore. What kind of things do you think either of them would or wouldn't be interested in?
Chapter 2: Marking/Hickeys
Notes:
Inspired by my roommate drawing little purple hearts on me when practicing EKG lead placements for a class. Completely platonic in that sense but it was the cutest thing that had happened to me in a while.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Simon really didn’t know what he was expecting from today. But he knew he was excited, it had been buzzing through his veins all day. He didn’t even know what he was excited about at this point, but it did nothing to diminish the feeling.
It had taken a while to come to terms with the fact that the feeling of being out of his depth wasn’t going away any time soon when he had sex. He didn’t like that he was inexperienced in any aspect of his life, but he had eventually accepted and embraced it.
After he accepted that he felt a lot more comfortable defaulting to Johnny’s expertise. There were plenty things that they balanced out with. As it turned out, while Johnny’s parents had taught him a lot of people skills, they weren’t necessarily numbers people.
This fact had become very apparent when in a passing conversation he had found out that Johnny didn’t even have a savings account. The man had his checking account and that’s it, no retirement to be heard of. Simon was able to help him out and told him what he knew and benefits of different things.
They worked well together. Their personalities, while very different, complimented each other nicely. Simon found himself a lot calmer in his day to day life. He rarely felt like he was going to fly off the handle at any given moment, something that used to be a near constant feeling for him.
He loved lounging in bed with Johnny. Head on his thighs as Johnny’s sketch book rested on his chest as he drew with one hand, the other buried in his hair. Johnny’s blunt nails lightly scratching his scalp was a blissful feeling.
He enjoyed Johnny’s company. He loved him, he truly did, something that he didn’t know that he would ever be able to do again. His Johnny brought the best out of him. So, he was content to give Johnny control in the areas of their sex life.
Before, Simon had only ever sought out sex once in a blue moon. He had wanted the feeling, the overwhelming sensation of an orgasm caused by another person. But in the past getting to that point meant getting blackout drunk to endure the pain.
To say it was a mind fuck when he realized that he didn’t need to go through the pain to get to the pleasure was an understatement. He still remembered how his world had just about stopped when Johnny explained it to him, it had seemed too good to be true.
He tried to accept that what he went through wasn’t right, but it was still hard for him. He had to remind himself that it wasn’t going to hurt with Johnny. He had to remind himself that he needed to tell Johnny when it hurt.
One night Johnny had been making love to him, rather enthusiastically at that. Simon had been enjoying it, he loved seeing Johnny just about lost in pleasure above him. Then the man had grabbed his side, it wasn’t a harsh grab and wasn’t even out of place. However, it was right over a nasty bruise that Simon had from a recent mission and had sent a shock of pain into his system.
He’d let out a gasp at the sudden pain. It had almost become a foreign sensation at this point, but that one touch had instantly sent him back to the mindset he had in the past. His eyes had glazed over and his pleasured whimpers more subdued. His limbs looser, responses less enthusiastic. He remembered feeling like he was drowning as soon as that one touch happened, but he hadn’t even thought about telling Johnny that it hurt.
Johnny had noticed the change instantly. He had slowed to a stop instantly, pulling out and stopped touching him. His face had been so concerned that Simon hadn’t even known what was wrong.
By the time he figured out what had happened Johnny was on the verge of tears. He had been so keyed up that the sudden shift had startled him, and he was terrified that he had hurt Simon. He had a very serious conversation with Simon about telling him when things hurt even when it wasn’t the explicit sex that was hurting. If anything hurt, at all, he needed to tell him.
Neither of them finished that night. Simon wasn’t in the headspace after the flashback and Johnny too nervous to be his usual confident self. They had worked out a system for themselves to make them both feel better.
Johnny told him about the stoplight system. Green for good to go. Yellow for slow down and check in. Red for full stop. Simon thought it was a good idea, it didn’t seem as daunting as saying stop. He knew he could say stop but sometimes that wasn’t what he wanted to say even if there was something going on.
Simon had come up with the other part. If either of them couldn’t or wouldn’t speak they would tap twice. Just like when they sparred, a tap out. Meaning a pause and check in at the very least, but possibly even stopping.
After that night they both felt better about the whole thing. Simon had tapped out once and Johnny had listened immediately. They worked through the problem and kept going. The level of care that Johnny gave him was blissful and he loved the man more and more each day.
Even today, when it felt like he was being teased all day long. They were on opposite duties today. Every time he saw Johnny it was just a quick glance, the man would never fail to send him a wink or a little wave that left his masked face burning. It only made him want tonight to come sooner.
The day felt impossibly long as he waited to figure out what Johnny had in store for them tonight, but it did eventually come. He found himself in Johnny’s room, both freshly showered and wearing comfy PJs.
Johnny was straddling his lap as they made out, his own back against the headboard. Simon held Johnny’s hips as their tongues danced. He liked kissing Johnny and he was content to do this for as long as the man wanted, no matter how curious he was about what he had planned.
His hands wandered slowly, in a way that showed Johnny exactly where he was headed with plenty of time to stop him if he wanted to. The younger man let him explore to his heart’s content. His hands slipped back as he went to grab his ass. He really did love Johnny’s ass.
Something obstructed his usual path and he paused, feeling a thin cylinder in Johnny’s back pocket. He felt Johnny smile when his fingers bumped against it. This must be what he had planned for tonight, he was meant to find this.
He gently eased the tube from his pocket and regretfully separated from kissing his boyfriend. He glanced down with Johnny to see… What was he looking at?
He rotated it, reading the label, “Crayola washable marker? Johnny what the hell is this? Are you takin’ a piss?”
Johnny just smiled, “No Simon, I’m not takin’ a piss. Just let me explain before you get in a tizzy.”
He chuckled, “I’m all ears Johnny, but I am skeptical.”
“I’m sure,” he admitted, “So I thought that something simple, something small, would be a good place to start. I know you want to explore but I don’t want to go into anything too much too fast, so I thought of this. Sometimes people like to leave marks on their partner. Little reminders of the sex they had, things that last for a few days. I wanted to see if you were interested in that.”
“Marks,” he asked, “People draw on their partner in the middle of sex?”
“No, well maybe,” Johnny admitted, “Usually when I do it, I like to leave hickeys, but sucking a bruise into your skin isn’t something I can take back instantly if you don’t like it. Hence the marker.”
Simon just looked at him, not quite catching on. Johnny elaborated, “It’s washable. So, I was going to draw on you, we make out. See if you like it or not. See if you are comfortable seeing marks on your skin that I placed there. If not, it washes right off and there’s no harm done.”
“Oh,” it still sometimes surprised him just how incredibly thoughtful Johnny was, “I like that idea.”
Johnny smiled, swooping in for a quick kiss, “Brilliant. I figured with the fact that you already have tattoos you might like marking, but I still want to start slow because it is different.”
“I want to try it, just scootch down, I don’t want you to draw on my shirt.”
Johnny complied, “Of course love. I’ll never get in the way of you showing some skin.”
They both chuckled at that. Johnny stripped out of his shirt as Simon pulled his off leaving the pair in only their sweatpants.
Johnny opened the drawer and pulled out a handful of markers in an assortment of colors. He fanned them out showing all the colors, “Do you want to pick the colors sweetheart?”
Simon scoffed, but leaned forward attentively. He studied the colors closely before looking up at Johnny, checking in, “You would use any of these colors on me?”
He smiled encouragingly, “Of course Simon. Whichever one you like, there is no wrong answer here. Just what you want on your body.”
His cheeks flared red, he knew it was just colors. There wasn’t some deeper meaning to it, he knew Johnny wasn’t going to think of him any differently no matter what colors he chose. He carefully plucked the purple marker out of Johnny’s hand and held it up, “I want you to use this one.”
Johnny beamed, “Wonderful. I know it might seem like I’m going at a snail’s pace but I want to go slow when exploring this kind of stuff with you ok? Give you plenty of time to think about how it looks and feels. Do you want to get started?”
Simon smiled, “You always take care of me Johnny. I trust you, promise I’m not afraid of the marker. But I will tell you if I don’t like it ok?”
“Great, let me go get a wet cloth real quick,” Johnny was up an back in an instant. Settling back over his legs and reaching for his hand, “Let’s try this out then yeah?”
He nodded and Johnny put a little dot on the back of his hand. He smiled down at it and asked, “How do you like that color Si?”
“I like it, it’s pretty,” he admitted.
“You’re pretty,” Johnny said instantly, and his cheeks flushed red at that. He squirmed a bit under Johnny and the man hushed his aborted whimper with a sweet kiss.
“How about seeing it on your skin? How do you feel knowing that I put a mark on you?”
“I like it,” he beathed in realization, “I really like knowing that you put a mark on me. How do you feel?”
Johnny’s eyes were already starting to dilate, “I like it too Si. Even if it is a little dot I like the idea.”
“Do it again?”
And he did just that, he maneuvered his arm around and drew a little heart on the pulse point on his wrist. Simon felt his heartbeat kick up at the little drawing. It was a bit wobbly from the angle but it was still the sweetest thing that he had ever seen.
“I..” he took a second to collect his thoughts, he wanted to tell Johnny. The man was watching him closely and he gave him a reassuring smile, “I’m so used to seeing scars on my skin. This is a soft thing. This is a nice thing. I like it. Ca- can you do another?”
Johnny beamed, “Absolutely sweetheart.”
He drew a little heart on the inside of his bicep. Simon flexed and watched it stretch over his skin, causing them to both laugh, “No need for the gun show ye weapon.”
“Keep going Johnny,” he requested.
Johnny kissed him, really kissed him. Pulling him close and sinking his tongue into his mouth. He responded instantly, they stayed like that for a moment before Johnny kissed his way down his jaw, along the line of his neck. He kissed down to his collarbone, licking it gently before pulling away. He felt the cold press of the tip of the marker.
Simon looked down but couldn’t see what he drew at this angle. He frowned and Johnny was right there looking into his eyes, “Tell me Si, you can’t see this one. How does that make you feel? Do you want it off?”
“No,” he said a bit too forcefully before lowering his tone, pouting, “I just wish I could see it. I want it there.”
Johnny relaxed at the admission, “Ok well let’s fix that yeah? C’mere.”
He stood and held out a hand to Simon pulling him into his attached bathroom. He hopped up on the counter and drew Simon in to stand between his legs. Johnny’s back was to the mirror but with their height difference, and the low counter, he could still see most of his own chest in the mirror.
“Now drawing skills aside, how do you like seeing my marks on you?”
He held Johnny’s hips, kissing his neck as he looked at the mark on his collarbone in the mirror, “Somehow, it’s cute and hot at the same time. I think I like that you are the one marking me. It makes me feel like I am yours and that it shows, tangibly, that you want me.”
“Good, I like seeing it too. And you are mine, all mine.”
“I’m all yours Johnny.”
The younger man leaned forward, mouthing at his neck. He kissed and licked up his neck, gentle all the way. He mouthed at his pulse point, open mouthed kisses brushing against the sensitive skin. Simon gasped at the sensation, his nerves tingling.
He ground forward into Soap as he kissed him. His eyes slipped closed, getting lost in the sensation of it all. He gently rolled his hips against his lover’s, both hard but not focused on their it at the moment.
Johnny pulled back and subsequently pulled him out of his daze. He blinked and looked down at him, gaze questioning. He gently pressed his fingers under his chin and tilted Simon’s head up so he was looking at his reflection again.
He smiled when he saw a purple heart over his pulse point right where Johnny had been kissing his neck. His gaze dropped back down to him, “You’re making my skin pretty.”
Johnny’s eyes were so big, his pupils blown with a soft lust that was bound to sweep Simon even further off his feet. He loved looking down at Johnny like this, he knew that Johnny shared the sentiment.
He held the marker up teasingly, “Do you like the drawing or like that I’m the one to be doing it?”
“Both,” he admitted, “You talk a lot Johnny. I’d like to see what kind of pretty art those lips could make on my skin.”
“You sure Si? Can’t wash off a bruise,” he asked kindly.
“Not gonna break me Johnny, usually get bruises a much worse way than at the lips of my boyfriend.”
Johnny hummed and leaned in again. He pressed his lips to the other side of his neck and gave him open mouthed kisses. He lightly sucked on the skin over his pulse point.
Simon let out a little breathy whimper. It felt so simple, but he loved it. He loved the feeling of Johnny hot and wet against him. His hands snaked up the man’s back, one coming up to hold the back of his head closer to his neck.
His head tilted back as his hand fisted into Johnny’s mohawk to hold him in place. His other hand gripped at his back, fingers digging into the strong muscle there, pulling him in. He ground his hips into Johnny worked at his neck.
He adjusted a few times, working over the spot with loving care. He nibbled at the skin between laving at it with his tongue. He couldn’t help but grab at Johnny, desperate in the pleasurable sensations.
Little breathy whines kept escaping his mouth and at this point he really didn’t give a shit about it. He knew Johnny liked the noises he made. He kept grinding against Johnny, feeling the pleasure rise in him. He chased the sensations that Johnny was giving him.
The man pulled away after kissing his way to the other side, just enough to whisper in his ear, breath hot against him, “Look at yourself love.”
Simon was helpless but to do exactly what Johnny said. His eyes flew open and he saw the dark marks that Johnny had sucking into the skin of his neck. He moaned at the sight of them, the satisfying feeling of having been marked by his partner. The pride in being claimed, chosen by someone like Johnny was dizzying.
His hips stuttered and Johnny’s hands dropped to his hips, gently guiding him away. He was smiling when he spoke again, “You like that don’t you? Like seeing my hickeys on your neck.”
Simon nodded, answering by swooping in and pressing a searing kiss to his lips. Licking into his mouth for a brief moment before Johnny gave an amused huff and pulled away, “C’mon loverboy. Let’s take this back to bed and I’ll give you more to look at later.”
He let himself be led out of the bathroom, trailing behind Johnny who was pulling his hand. Simon swiped the marker from the counter before he was taken out of range. On the way to the bed, they both stepped out of their remaining clothes.
Johnny guided him back with hands on his hips, pressing him down to the bed before climbing over him to settle between his thighs. They made out as they rutted against each other. Simon moaned as they slid against each other, hot and hard.
He held the marker up, getting Johnny’s attention and they broke apart for a moment. Johnny raised an eyebrow, he explained, “Mark me Johnny, I want you to make me yours. With your mouth and with the marker.”
Johnny smiled and took the marker indulgently, “Of course sweet thing. Want me to mark up your pretty skin? Show that you are mine?”
Simon’s moan was obscene at his words, hips jumping to crash into Johnny’s. The man gave a little chuckle, “Mine, all mine Simon. Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll mark you up. Put my drawings all over your body.”
He took the marker and shuffled down his body. Simon whined at the loss of heat over him, shivering at the cold. He whimpered as Johnny wrapped a hand around his cock giving him slow, sensual tugs with one hand. His dominant hand still held the purple marker, and he pressed the tip to the skin over his lower stomach.
He drew over the skin above his groin and Simon let out a whine just seeing it. He couldn’t even tell what he was drawing but seeing the color there was intoxicating. Right over the spot where Simon would have a womb if he were someone else. It was so fucking hot, bearing his mark there.
His eyes rolled back at Johnny’s mouth engulfed his length. Hot and wet over him as he sucked him down. Still drawing over his stomach, the dual sensations were starting to blur his vision. Johnny gave him a particularly harsh suck and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The orgasm snuck up on him and the only warning he could give Johnny was a stunted shout at he shot off down his throat. Johnny moaned around him as he swallowed him down.
He continued to work his length until he stopped cumming before pulling off. Simon panted harshly, trying to get a grip on the overwhelming sensation. Even after being together for months the orgasms that Johnny gave him were still the most amazing that he had ever had. He didn’t know how Johnny did it, but he never wanted him to stop.
He tried to control his breathing as his head spun. He could feel Johnny, but he couldn’t tell what he was doing. His hand dropped down to his head, earning him a pleased hum. He didn’t push him away. If anything he held him closer, fingers carding through his hair.
He stroked along Johnny’s cheek gently as he moved. He luxuriated in the feeling of Johnny all around him, of the way that his jaw moved under his fingers. He could feel his lips on his skin, and he smiled.
A little nibble on his hipbone dragged him out of his blissed-out stupor. He looked down at his lover and saw the man already looking at him. Teeth teasingly sunk into his hip he looked up at him with a playful innocence that he didn’t believe for a second.
The man may look like a playful puppy in that moment, but he knew that the man fucked like a sex god. He wouldn’t be so easily fooled. He stretched his hand down to hold his cheek, thumb brushing over his cheekbone, “Thank you Johnny.”
“Anything for you love,” he murmured, a soft sappy look in his eyes. He rested his cheek on the crease where his thigh and body met, letting Simon pet along his face, “Don’t you want to see what I did sweetheart?”
Simon blinked, still basking lazily in the afterglow, he nodded slowly. It was almost regretful to pull his gaze away from the beauty in Johnny’s eyes. He did it anyway, because his love asked him to.
His breath caught in his throat at the sight of his lower stomach. There were dark marks that had been sucked into his hips, framing the v of muscle and skin that was present there. Then in beautiful purple designs there was a word.
Tilting his head slightly he read it upside down. It was written in a swirling font, little hearts and flowers decorating around it.
Johnny’s
A little whine left his throat at the realization. He grabbed at his boyfriend and hauled him bodily up to him. The smaller man let out a surprised noise at being moved so easily.
Simon chuckled, he may let Johnny do a lot to him in the bedroom, but it was still fun to remind him that he was still stronger than the man. Everything they did was because they both wanted to. It wasn’t even that Johnny ever implied that he was weak, he would never, Simon just liked to be a little shit and pull Johnny around when he wanted. He knew Johnny would tell him if he didn’t want him to do it.
Either way he pulled the man to him, turning them both on their sides, legs tangling together. He pressed their lips together, immediately pushing his tongue into his mouth. They worked their mouths together, tongues dancing.
Johnny gasped as he snaked a hand between them and grasped his still hard cock and started to stroke him. Johnny moaned into him with an open mouth.
He shivered as he dragged his hand up his length. Simon kissed him hard as he ran his thumb over the head, drawing a delightful moan out of him.
He loved being taken care of by Johnny, but it was just as nice to take care of his lover. He loved the deep moans that Johnny would let out, that he was able to draw out of him. There were times that he was a bit self-conscious that he didn’t do as good of a job because he was inexperienced but the sounds Johnny made told him he was on the right track.
He kissed down Johnny’s exposed neck and shoulder, whispering hot into his year, “All yours Johnny, going to wear your marks all over base. Never going to be able to forget who I belong to. Always gonna be yours. So sweet for me, always taking care of me.”
Johnny moaned out at that, hips fucking into his hand. Simon continued to kiss him gently over his neck, “Gonna cum for me Johnny? Cover your marks in cum? I bet it would look so good, bruises covered in cum, being marked by you in every way.”
He gasped, twitching, Simon knew he was close now. He kept working his cock, just the way that he knew he liked it, “Love your drawings, might have to get them tattooed on my skin, that way I can never forget. Or maybe I’ll just buy you more markers, then you can create whatever you want on my skin over and over. And endless canvas for your art. So pretty for me Johnny, make me feel so good. Wanna make you feel good Johnny. C’mon Johnny, let me make your feel good.”
The man was panting into his mouth at this point. Simon was practically speaking into him, their lips brushing against each other in a poor imitation of a kiss. Neither of them cared, certainly Johnny didn’t. His eyes were closed and hips stuttering.
He gave a few more strokes before Johnny was cumming with a cry. White spurted out all over the writing on his lower stomach, covering the ink in sticky streaks. Simon let out a little whimper at the sight, stroking Johnny through it.
He gently released him, kissing his neck sweetly. He showered his boyfriend in kisses as he came back down from his orgasm high.
Johnny blinked up at him and he smiled, “Hey there.”
“Love you Si.”
He let out an amused huff, “Love you too Johnny. I’m going to go get cleaned up, you stay here yeah?”
Johnny rolled over onto his back, throwing an arm over his eyes, “Not goin’ anywhere.”
Simon just smiled and rose from the bed. He made his way into the bathroom and grabbed a cloth, wetting it under the faucet. He gently dragged it across his skin, cleaning off the cum before it could get sticky and dry down.
He was gentle over all of the ink, not wanting it to wash away. He considered the marks, loving seeing Johnny all over his skin, in the bruises, in the hearts, in his name. Maybe he would have to get Johnny a set of permanent markers so that he could get him to draw little marks on him that stayed through more than one shower.
He may have taken a bit more time than necessary cleaning up. Sue him, he liked looking at the marks. He smiled to himself, Johnny had been right he had liked this one, the man usually seemed to just know, even if Simon himself had no clue.
As he turned out the bathroom light and snuggled up against Johnny, he wondered what other things the man would show him. What else did he know that he was going to show Simon?
He pulled the man into his side as they looked into each other’s eyes. They both smiled, satisfied and happy. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, “Any time you feel like drawing I want you to draw on me. Any time you feel like sinking your teeth in, I want you to sink your teeth into me. Any time you want, I want you to mark me.”
Johnny beamed at him, “I think I can make that happen.”
They both drifted off to sleep together and Simon woke up to a torso full of beautiful drawings and another full sleeve on his right arm, this one full of color and something distinctly Johnny. It was a damn shame that he had to wear full gear for training that day, but he knew. He knew the drawings were for him and more importantly he knew what they meant. Each one a little promise, a little piece of Johnny laying claim to his soul. Each one meaning in yet another way I love you.
Notes:
Ok so I kinda let the fluff get away from me. I know I said this was going to be smutty and it is but this is like tooth ache sweet in my opinion and I really couldn’t help it. They might be out of character but I really don’t care, let these boys be soft! They have plenty of time for more smut later. Thank you for the wonderful comments! Lots of great ideas, keep letting me know what topics/kinks you think they might like to explore later on. Hope y'all enjoyed!
Chapter 3: Edging
Notes:
Sooooo, I know I haven't updated in a while. I graduated college and then commissioned the next day, and moved to my new job a week later. Needless to say I've been a bit busy with all that... anyway here is some COD porn lol
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“What would you say if I…” was how Johnny started, but as soon as Simon’s eyes shot to him his sentence fizzled out.
Simon’s blue gaze was piercing, as if warning him against anything. They had been laying in bed for a couple of minutes now, staring up at the ceiling. They had stopped breathing hard and eventually had turned to just look at each other with flushed faces.
“Or I could just not,” Johnny said quickly.
Simon’s gaze softened and he rolled over and grabbed him. He pulled Johnny back over and laid him over his chest like a weighted blanket. He wanted to protest at being manhandled but when he felt the rumble of Simon’s he relaxed.
“I think we are done for tonight love,” Simon rumbled as he stroked his fingertips along his spine.
He snuggled in closer, “Me too sweetheart. I just had an idea for another time.”
Simon lifted his head to look him in the eyes. His brow raised as if he were daring Johnny to go on. He decided to just bite the bullet and ask.
“What would you say if I edged you?”
He received a blank stare at that one. Johnny supposed that he should have expected that response, this was Ghost after all.
“Edging as in, getting you close before backing off multiple times. Kinda like trying to make the orgasm stronger when it finally happens because it had been delayed so many times.”
Simon thought for a moment, “That sounds incredibly frustrating…”
His words trailed off with a little bit of a lilt at the end. Johnny lifted his head sharply, just looking at him questioningly, “Do I hear a but coming?”
Ghost gave him a half-hearted glare, “…but I might be willing to try it. If only just to tell you it was a dumb idea.”
Oh now there was a challenge, Johnny was never one to back down from one of those, “Oh really Si?”
He hummed, pulling Johnny in and snuggling into the crook of his neck, “Yeah, I’ll try it. How much better could it be? You already make me feel good.”
He wiggled a bit at the praise but couldn’t help the competitive spirit bubbling up in him. He played with his boyfriends hair, “If you have such low expectations for it would you like to have a little wager?”
Simon hummed his consent and he went on, “I bet I will be able to get you to beg to cum. Beg Simon.”
“What are you betting on that?”
“Your orgasm.”
“What?”
“I bet your orgasm that I can get you to beg for it.”
Simon rolled them over and pinned him to the bed gently, he stared down at him, skeptical, “Explain.”
“I want to edge you until you beg for it, then once you beg you get to cum.”
Simon eyed him, mulling it over, “On the condition that if I cum without begging you don’t get to cum for the rest of the night.”
He clamped his jaw shut at that. Thinking hard he eventually responded, “I do suppose that would be fair. I edge you, but neither of us get to cum until you beg me for it.”
“If I beg you for it,” he pointed out.
Johnny smirked up at him, “Oh you will. You will Simon.”
“Ahh, ah ah,” Simon had been reduced to pants and little breathy moans minutes ago and Johnny was absolutely delighted in himself. He was slowly working his boyfriend up and up. They had decided that tonight was the night that they were going to try out edging and Johnny was having the time of his life.
Simon lay on his back on the bed, naked and beautiful beneath him as Johnny’s fingers curled into him. He had two fingers buried inside him and was slowly thrusting them in and out. He whispered sweet nothing’s into the man’s skin as he marked up his collarbones.
Johnny had decided to build him up slowly for now, before seeing how he was going to react to being denied an orgasm. He kept caution in the back of his mind. He knew that Simon didn’t have the best experience with sex, having forced himself into it more than a few times. He hoped that his previous partners had at least made the man finish but with what little he could tell about it he wasn’t positive that this would have been the case.
He needed to make sure that Simon didn’t think that he was going to hurt him or that he was going to leave. No matter what happened Simon would get what he wanted tonight. For now they would try it Johnny’s way but he had made sure that the man was comfortable with what they were doing. Simon knew that all of this would stop if he wanted it to, all he needed to do was say yellow or red or even just tap out.
Johnny was a bit nervous about how the man would react the first time he was denied, he didn’t want to drop him too hard and mess with him mentally. He kept his words and kisses light and loving as he stroked into him with his fingers.
He watched carefully as Simon writhed beneath him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open and panting out those wonderful noises that he loved to hear. He watched for any sign of something wrong, even as he immensely enjoyed keying his partner up this way.
The pads of his fingers brushed against his prostate in a way that had Simon’s abs clenching. His breath hitched as his body tensed, Johnny knew he was close. By now he knew all of the man’s tells.
With that signal he slowed his fingers, avoiding his prostate altogether, until they were held still inside of him. Simon’s hips bucked but he wasn’t able to go far with the way he was pinned under Johnny. He smiled down as the man let out a little whine.
“Doing so good sweetheart, but it’s not going to be that easy. Not gonna cum on the first go round.”
Simon’s head snapped down to the meet his eyes and he looked like a man betrayed. His brow furrowed and his mouth open, gaping at him. Johnny rose to meet him, taking his fingers out entirely and leveling his face with the man.
“What’s your color Si?”
He blinked for a moment, seeming to be trying to figure it out on his own. Johnny’s nerves racked up a little more with each passing second.
“I- I’m good. Green. Just…”
He nuzzled the man’s neck, “Just what sweet thing?”
“You’re not going to leave me like this right?”
“No darling,” he said honestly, looking him in the eyes to show that he meant it, “I promise I’m not leaving you like this. Remember what we talked about? I’m going to get you close a few times and then let you cum all over yourself.”
Simon nodded.
Johnny asked, “That still sound ok sweetheart?”
Another nod and Johnny grinned, he nipped at Simon’s neck. He sucked on his pulse point as he gently eased his fingers back into him. Johnny mouthed at his neck as he began to thrust again and drawing more and more of those sounds out of him.
It took no time at all for Simon to get worked up again. He was panting and letting out little whimpers under him. The Scott couldn’t help smiling into his pale skin, lips hidden from view of the other man.
He worked his fingers inside him, finding that spot that drove him wild over and over again. He loved the way Simon’s hips twitch. He loved watching his cock drool over his stomach.
Johnny couldn’t wait to get his mouth on the rest of him, but for now he had a plan. His head dipped a bit, blazing a trail from his marked neck and collarbones to his chest.
Simon gasped as Johnny’s lips wrapped around his nipple. His entire chest heaved at the sensation as Johnny dragged his tongue over the bud. He worked his mouth over him in practiced motions. Applying the right pressure and suction to get him jerking on the bed.
Soon enough he felt Simon start to go tight again, his breaths hitching almost to the point of no return he backed off with a gentle kiss to his nipple and stilling his fingers inside of him.
The whimper that forced its way out of Simon’s throat was different. It was desperate and full of need. He met his eyes with mock sympathy, “What’s wrong sweet boy?”
There was still a defiant glint in his eyes, he didn’t want to give in yet. Johnny kept the smirk off of his mouth, he knew Simon was going to hold out but seeing the thoughts go to war in his head was a treat.
When he didn’t receive a verbal answer from the man he dipped back in, kissing down his stomach. His skin was warm, scattered with scars, all relaxed muscle and pale skin. He was a dream sent down to Johnny. All for him.
He nibbled along the man’s hip bone, drawing out another gasp from him. He teased along the line of his hips, where his thighs met his torso before dipping lower.
Simon let out a whine of frustration as he mouthed along his thighs and gently sucked on the skin. A whisper made its way out of his mouth as his hips jumped. He could have sworn it was the beginnings of his name.
He peaked up at Simon’s face as his hand traced up the inside of his thigh, finger coming to rest just outside of his entrance, “What is it Si? Got something to say?”
His teeth were grit together as he let out another moan of frustration. His chest as heaving at the panting breaths he was taking. Johnny could see his resolve slipping by the moment. He slung an arm over his hips to keep them pinned to the bed, unable to grind onto him.
He let his breath gently ghost over his cock as he slowly pushed a single finger inside of him. Johnny took his time, going so slowly that he knew Simon could feel every drag against his walls, but not nearly quick enough to get any sort of relief from it.
Before his finger was even fully settled inside the tension in Simon seemed to reach a boiling point. He let out a cry of frustration, one that had Johnny checking in once again. Yet before he could even ask if he was ok Simon was crying out just like he had wanted him to.
“Please, Johnny please!”
He grinned, wide and toothy, drawing his finger out again until just the tip remained, “Again, Si. Let me hear what you want.”
The man panted, eyes screwed shut and hands fisting into the sheets below, “Johnny please, I need you. I need you to make me cum. Oh god, I can’t take it. Please let me cum.”
He pressed a kiss to his hip once again before murmuring sweetly to him, “Of course sweetheart, you sound so pretty when you beg.”
Simon cried out as Johnny finally took his cock into his mouth, at the same moment that he plunged two fingers into him. He thrust him fingers into him, curling them in the way that he knew Simon loved and the man went wild.
Nonsense was pouring out of his mouth and he couldn’t keep his moans contained anymore. He squirmed on the bed as Johnny sucked him down.
“Ah, J- Johnny, I- ahh.”
He didn’t slow down, but he did stroke the side of his thigh gently with his unoccupied hand, letting Simon know that he was still there. He wasn’t going anywhere this time.
With two fingers inside of him and a warm mouth around his cock, not to mention the edging, Simon wasn’t going to last long. Johnny knew this and yet somehow it still snuck up on him.
Suddenly Simon cried out, a broken and breathless cry. Every muscle in his body went ridged and Johnny had to swallow quickly to avoid making a mess of the man he had beneath him. He sucked him through his orgasm, fingers pumping slowly until Simon’s cries quieted to little whimpers.
He gently released him, swallowing one last time to make sure it was all gone before he spoke. It was impolite to talk with a mouthful after all.
Johnny crawled back up the bed to where Simon lay panting, an arm thrown over his eyes and a deep flush visible on his cheeks. He stroked up his flanks, relishing in the way that he felt his chest heave after all that he did to him.
He whispered sweet reassurances to the man, “You did such a good job Si. So good for me. You did good.”
It took a minute to finally coax him out from under his arm, Johnny just smiled warmly in response to the timid look that he got, “Hey there handsome, how do you feel?”
“Good,” Simon answered honestly, “Really good. You- you don’t think that was embarrassing, do you?”
Johnny tilted his head a fraction, “Embarrassing? Not at all sweetheart, that was hot as fuck. I’d have you do that all the time if I could.”
Reassured, Simon gave him a small smile, “Maybe on occasion, not all the time.”
“Whatever you want, Si,” Johnny said honestly.
The man looked up at him, fingers finding the waist band of the sweatpants Johnny had forgotten he was even wearing and tipped his fingers inside, “What I want is for my boyfriend to get off tonight. As long as that’s what he wants too.”
Johnny blinked, he had been so excited and focused on edging Simon that he hadn’t been paying attention to himself. And now it was his turn to flush red as the man reached into his sweatpants.
They both locked eyes the moment Simon’s hand went south and connected with a sticky mess lining the inside of his boxers. Johnny could feel the heat in his face and immediately let himself fall to the side of Simon, burying his face in a pillow.
“Damnit Si, you are just too fucking hot. Got me cumming in my pants like a damn teenager.”
He heard Simon’s chuckle as he plastered himself over his back, wrapping his arms around Johnny’s waist, “I’ll take that as a compliment Johnny.”
He let out a little whine of embarrassment and tried to burry into the pillows even further. Simon pulled him back gently, but without room for argument, “Hey none of that now. It’s ok to get worked up Johnny. You did such a good job on me and you know I’m not going to think of you any differently just because that happened.”
Johnny reluctantly looked up at Simon, “I didn’t even notice Si.”
The man grinned, “Guess I’m too distracting then aren’t I?”
Johnny smiled back at him, “I guess so.”
The taller man leaned down for a kiss and Johnny was more than happy to give it to him. They laid together for a while, just kissing and gently touching each other. And if Johnny came twice that night because of Simon then that was just the man’s thanks for a mind-blowing orgasm after being edged for what felt like hours.
Notes:
Comments and kudos are always appreciated! Let me know if you have something you want to see the boys explore next and I'll see what I can do ;)