#im back in my shotgunning phase *giggles and runs away and trips*

[tojisun]

price talking you through it and it being shotgunning with him.

and how you’re sitting prettily on his lap, watching as he leans close, eyes fluttering when he taps your chin, and murmurs, “open up.”

you loll your tongue out just slightly, feeling intoxicated already as you watch john take a drag of his cigar, before he pulls it away and beckons you with a curl of his finger. you fall closer to him, humming, and giggling when he breathes the smoke into your mouth.

“inhale it slowly; envision yourself swallowing– there we go, darling,” john murmurs, his dark eyes even headier at how good you’re being for him.

“more?” he asks when you’re done.

you nod, a pretence of innocence in your silence, and john rumbles in his delight. it makes your core throb, and you don’t know how you look right now but however it is, it makes john croon, his rough palm cupping your jaw, with his thumb falling just underneath your bottom lip.

you give it a little lick, and john’s nose flares, desire burning bright under his skin.

soon, after this, he’ll devour you.