This isn't just play. Johann turns a bit to look at him, awkward as it is in this position, and stares silently as he talks. He does like him. He probably loves him in whatever capacity that he can love another person.
He doesn't get a long time to dwell on it, though, because that tongue against his ear sends a shudder all the way through him. "Depending on how good it is, I'll make you some jam biscuits to go with it," he says instead of saying what he really feels. How happy he is to have him back. How they could lie there on the floor and bitch playfully at each other for an hour and he'd be just as happy.
But then he might not get fucked and it's been so long.
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Date: 2024-11-15 02:32 am (UTC)This isn't just play. Johann turns a bit to look at him, awkward as it is in this position, and stares silently as he talks. He does like him. He probably loves him in whatever capacity that he can love another person.
He doesn't get a long time to dwell on it, though, because that tongue against his ear sends a shudder all the way through him. "Depending on how good it is, I'll make you some jam biscuits to go with it," he says instead of saying what he really feels. How happy he is to have him back. How they could lie there on the floor and bitch playfully at each other for an hour and he'd be just as happy.
But then he might not get fucked and it's been so long.