#starker kiss

[papermachemarvel]

If Tony wasn’t supposed to be in love with Peter nobody told RDJ. *sips tea*

[starker-sorbet]

Tony and Peter bringing in the new year with a kiss

@starkerfestivals new years bingo : New Year's Kiss board below

[antoniusstark]

[irondad-defensesquad]

i like to think tony is already affectionate with peter, and after he has morgan, tony is even more tender with peter

(not st/arker)

[thegreenmetblue]

StarkerFestival 2023 : Summer Bingo

Practice Kissing

“I need your help with something Mr. Stark..”

“Yeah of course, lay it down, kid.”

“Cou… Could you… huh… you see, I.. I have a date and could-”

“Hold on. You have a date ?”

“Y-yeah ? With MJ.”

“And what do you wanna know ? How to impress a girl ?”

“Not really… I need you to… help me with the… with the kissing!”

“Excuse me, with what ?”

“I don’t really… I never kissed anyone before.”

“Yeah brand new information. What do you want me to do about that ?”

“Learn me how to kiss.”

“Parker.”

“Please!”

“I- You’re asking ME to- to… Are you sick ?”

“I have no one else to ask to. Mr. Stark, please. Beside… I’d really like to… that my first kiss is… is with you.”

“Come again ? Im not sure I heard correctly.”

“You heard correctly. It’s just practicing! It’s not like… you actually want to kiss me anyway.”

“Practicing you say…”

“S… So ? Will you ?”

“Christ, I’ll be damned. Come closer Parker. Faster. Before I change my mind.”

for @starkerfestivals 💖

[mysspaid1126]

키스데이를 핑계로 스타크씨한테 어른의 키스를 배우는 피터가 보고싶었을 뿐.

[psychocat666]

The iconic spidey kiss but with starker!!!

[starkerobsession]

Tony and Peter showering together 😍😍

[professional-benaddict]

became a starker enthusiast about this year of july. best thing that ever happened to me! happen to discover the ship thanks to some fics on ao3, and some tags on tumblr! <3 and that's how i probably found you and your blog as well hhh -🪐

(glad i can enjoy this ship w/o being harrassed and what-not. 🙏🏻)

ahhh im so glad you found this fandom and my blog hehe💗💗 you’ve brought me sm joy and seeing your asks while waiting on a late bus to/from work really brightens my day🥰🥰 i feel so bad i have so little time to answer everything, but know that i do read them all and appreciate them sm!!!💗💗💗💗

[notemily]

My good nonny, I specifically tagged that post so that only [people who follow me] or [people who look in the Starker tags] would see it (I take no responsibility for "based on your likes" or other algorithmic fuckery), so I would suggest perhaps it is you who does not know how tags work, since you apparently looked in a Starker tag and were shocked and appalled to find Starker there.

Anyway, I refuse to "be serious" about imaginary scenarios involving fictional characters, and the beauty of fanfic is nobody has to be homophobic or transphobic if we don't write them that way, hope this helps

[starker-sorbet]

Tony sharing his first kiss with Peter. During a lab session together where they make a breakthrough in their latest project together, and the jubilation spurs him to finally make a move on the younger man.

@tstarksbingospectacular fill : B2 - First kiss bingo card below

[babybatscreationsv2]

Grindr

Marvel | Starker

They're working in the lab when Tony hears the Grindr chime on his phone. Only, his phone is on silent and Peter is the only other person in the room.

Rating: Explicit

For my H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: embarrassment, light daddy kink, possessiveness, rough sex, face fucking

Tony flinched at the familiar notification chime. He was sure he put his phone on vibrate before Peter came in. Of course Peter probably had no idea what that sound was, but he still jumped up and grabbed his phone. He keyed the volume down only to frown at the device. The volume was already off. He put the phone down and even in his brilliant mind it still took about three seconds to click.

He looked across the lab to see Peter, hard at work. His phone peeked out of the back pocket of his shorts. Tony left his station and crossed the floor.

He swiped the phone out of Peter's pocket to a surprised, "Hey!"

There on the screen was a familiar icon.

"What are you..." Peter said. His face turned a deep red. "Give it back." He snatched the phone back from Tony's hand.

"What's that you got there?" Tony raised his eye brows.

"I'm just working on-"

Tony held up a finger. "Ah," he silenced. "Don't play dumb. The phone."

"You uh... you heard that?"

"I'm not that old, kid. I can hear a noise from a few feet away."

Peter stood frozen, seeming to struggle to find an excuse. Then some sort of revelation crossed his face.

"How do you know what that sound is?" Peter crossed his arms over his chest.

Tony blinked. Somehow he hadn't considered being cross-examined. "Because I am an adult. What are you doing with a hookup app on your phone?"

"I'm also an adult," Peter pointed out.

"You're still a little young for Grindr. You don't have the experience to be hooking up with random men you met on an app."

"How do you know what sort of experience I have?"

"Stop trying to turn this back on me. You should be more careful. Hookups like that can be dangerous. For your life and your health. And what about Spider-Man, huh? You can't be reckless."

Peter pulled out his phone while Tony lectured. He opened the notification to see the suggested profile that had caused all of this. 'TS - Online now - 0 feet away' the screen said. Peter swallowed as he looked at the profile.

"Hey, listen when I'm speaking," Tony said. He snapped his fingers over the top of the phone.

Peter turned his phone around. "I've seen you changing before, but somehow I don't think I've ever seen that much of you."

Tony stared at the image of his own bare chest, arch reactor edited out, jeans unzipped and pulled down almost too far. It only took a second for his mind to process enough for him to know that he needed his phone right now. He ran for it. He heard the sound of a webshooter and dove for the workbench. His hand landed on the phone just in time for Peter to yank it out from under him.

Peter stared at him, mortified, clutching his phone in both hands. "Mr. Stark..."

"Give me that phone." He pointed his finger threateningly.

"I can't." Peter shook his head.

"Why is your filter even set old enough for me to see you?"

"Why is yours set so young?"

"Peter," Tony growled. "Stop hooking up with random New Yokers!"

"Make me!" he shouted back.

All at once, Tony arm wrapped around him and pulled him close. He crushed their mouths together way too rough. Peter moaned much too enthusiastically. It was all too much and they both were greedy. Tony's phone thumped against the ground as it slipped from Peter's hand. He was too busy running his hands over Tony's chest. They kissed until it was too much for them to breathe, but Tony's mouth followed the line of his throat. Peter gasped and tipped his head back. His hands pulled Tony closer.

"We should slow down," Tony panted into his shoulder.

"Can't keep up, old man?" Peter teased.

Tony picked him up and set him down on the workbench. One hand grabbed him by the hair while the other pulled Peter's hips forward. He was off balance with little leverage to do anything about it, but Tony was grinding their hips together while he kissed him again so he wasn't really trying.

Peter's mouth was soft and sweet. Little whines traveled up his throat whenever Tony's tongue met his. It only made him wonder what sort of noises he'd make getting his mouth fucked. He was so easy to manhandle despite his superior strength. Which only meant that he liked being manhandled. He was letting Tony do it, eating it up too judging by the way he obediently stayed right where Tony put him even as he tugged at the roots of his hair and all but fucked him through his jeans.

Just the thought that Peter was out fucking old men his age, he wanted to bite and mark every inch of his skin. Tattoo his name right on his ass. But he had to earn that didn't he? He had to make sure the boy came back to him and forgot that stupid app. He had to have him.

Tony ran his hand up Peter's thigh. He spread his legs pushed his hips toward him nearly falling off the table. Tony chuckled as he moved him back into place.

"Do you need something, Pete?"

"Please," he gasped. His eyes were glazed and his lips swollen. Tony suddenly couldn't bare how tight his jeans were.

"How about you get daddy's cock wet and we'll see you can earn something more."

Peter nodded, already sliding down off the workbench. He dropped to the floor and started on Tony jeans, ripping his belt free and opening up the zipper. He felt fabric tears in his carelessness. With Tony's cock in his hand, he didn't even hesitate. His lips around the head while both hands held him at the base.

"Fuck, kid," Tony swore, forbidden pleasure curled in his stomach. Peter either didn't hear him or didn't care, he was too busy polishing the head of his dick with his tongue.

Tony grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Open," he ordered.

Peter let go of his cock and opened his mouth wide. He looked up at him as Tony pushed his cock deeper into his mouth, finding the back of his throat. Peter moaned as his mouth was filled up. His tongue kept moving around the bottom of his cock as much as it could.

"Fuck," Tony swore again. "That's a good boy. Your mouth feels so good, baby."

Peter hummed happily, still looking up at him. Tony pulled slowly back, then pushed back inside. The way Peter moaned as he fucked his mouth had him teetering on the edge. He pulled him off of his cock and held himself tightly at the base to save himself the embarrassment.

"I want that ass," he said. He picked Peter up and set him back on the table. The boy hurried to get his own pants off. They stripped off his clothes and Peter laid back on the table. He held on to Tony's shirt, pulling him closer. He looked so pretty all desperate for Tony to fuck him, spreading him legs.

Tony ran a hand over his ass. He spread him open and spit, rubbing it into his hole with his thumb.

"Please," Peter moaned.

"Please what, baby?" Tony teased.

"Fuck me, please." Tony pushed his thumb inside and Peter whined like a slut.

"Are you sure? We could call one of your grindr daddy's instead?"

"Please, Tony," Peter begged. He looked gone, wrecked, like he could barely understand what Tony was saying.

He replaced his thumb with the head of his cock, pushing in, making them both moan. Peter grabbed his shoulders, whining desperately.

"That's my good boy," Tony breathed. "Take daddy's cock."

"Yes," Peter gasped. "Please daddy." He whispered as Tony gave him more, burying himself in Peter's little ass, trying desperately not to cum too soon but the boy was too pretty to hold out.

"You gonna be mine, Peter? Gonna let me fuck you whenever I call?"

"Yes, please please." His head fell back against the table and his hand wrapped around his cock. He stroked himself furiously, on the edge and drunk on Tony's cock.

"That's a good boy," Tony purred. "Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes-" Peter panted. "I'm- gonna cum-"

"Look at me," Tony ordered. Peter lifted his head. Their eyes met and a whining moan broke from his swollen lips. He came, splattering cum across his belly, his chest, a few drops landing on his own cheek.

"Fuck, Peter," Tony moaned. He squeezed hips, fucking into him deeper and finally letting go, letting himself cum in his ass.

Tony bent down. He ran his tongue up his belly, cleaning up the cum on his skin. Peter laughed and Tony smiled. He leaned down to kiss him. Peter's hands held the back of his head, holding him close. His knees squeezed Tony's hips.

Tony looked at him, face warm and pink, eyes wide, lashes wet. Peter bit his lip.

"You should uninstall that app..." Tony said innocently.

Peter gave him a smile that was all mischief. "You'll have to make sure I don't need it."

[sodamnradd]

“I dare you to kiss Hermione,” said Ginny, grinning conspiratorially in her friend’s direction.

Hermione turned her attention to Malfoy, her stomach fluttering in anxious anticipation. But then she noticed the obvious discomfort on his face and her excitement fizzled. Weeks of studying together, late-night lab sessions—their prize-winning Potions project!—and he couldn’t even stomach the thought of one measly little kiss?

The common room fell silent when Malfoy didn’t budge. A dozen seventh and eighth-years sat around an empty Firewhisky bottle, its neck pointed in Malfoy’s direction like an accusation.

She wished the ground would swallow her whole.

Seconds later, Theo re-entered the room, donning a Slytherin jumper and a lumpy knit scarf, cheeks red after flying a lap around the castle starkers to fulfill his dare.

He looked around, confused. “What’s up?”

Hermione felt a sharp stab of betrayal seeing Theo in the scarf she’d knit Malfoy for Christmas. It wasn’t the cashmere or spider silk fabric he was used to, but Malfoy had seemed genuinely touched by the gesture, immediately replacing his Slytherin scarf with the one Hermione had made for him. In turn, Malfoy had tied his Slytherin scarf around her neck, stepping back to admire her with an affectionate look. The scarf had smelled like him, so naturally Hermione had kept it on all day. Even inside.

And now here was her gift, draped haphazardly around Theo’s neck like he’d grabbed the first thing he’d found on the floor to warm himself up. Message received.

Glaring daggers in Malfoy’s direction, Ginny replied coldly, “Nothing. Malfoy just thinks he’s too good to kiss Hermione on a dare.”

“Oh?” Theo eyed his best mate curiously.

Malfoy opened his mouth to reply, but then his gaze flicked down to Theo’s neck and whatever he’d wanted to say died on his lips as his eyes narrowed.

“I’ll kiss her.” Theo walked up to Hermione and cupped her cheeks. His hands were like slabs of ice, and she shivered, but then his lips, cold and hard, met hers and approximately five seconds later it was over and Hermione felt like crying.

The room seemed to heave a sigh of relief as Theo settled at the foot of Hermione’s armchair and spun the bottle again.

Hermione jumped off her seat and bolted for the dorms, not slowing even as footsteps followed her up the stairs.

“Granger, wait!”

“I just want to be alone right now,” she cried, nearly at her bedroom door.

A hand grabbed her arm.

She glanced down at his pale knuckles and the expanse of blond hair that disappeared beneath a bunched-up sleeve. She recalled the way he'd trembled when she’d traced the protruding veins of his forearm last week, waiting for their potion to boil. His gaze following her touch intricately.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked quickly.

She yanked her arm back, refusing to meet his eyes. “I’m humiliated. You made it seem like I was diseased!”

He made a painstaking groan. “I just didn’t want to kiss you like that. In front of everyone.”

“Right. Heavens forbid they catch you snogging a Mudblood.”

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s not that. Not at all.”

“What is it then?” She looked up, catching the familiar warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. Even mid-argument they held that affectionate sparkle. Seeing her.

He stepped back, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just that—when I kiss you, I want you to know it’s because I’ve thought of nothing else for weeks.”

Her mind snagged on how he’d said ‘when’ and not ‘if’.

Smiling nervously, he touched her hand, stroking his thumb over the swell of her palm. Because of course, on top of his boyish good looks, astute ambition, and effortless sense of humour, the boy had to be sentimental, too. Gods.

He tugged her forward until their legs touched, eyes never leaving her face.

Heart hammering against her ribcage, Hermione lifted her head as Draco descended.

-

The next morning, he was waiting for her at the foot of the dormitory stairs. His scarf twisted delicately around his neck and tucked into his coat. When she reached the last step, he captured her chin between his fingers and kissed her with breathtaking confidence.

A stunned silence filled the common room as everyone watched Hermione and Draco leave together, their hands firmly intertwined.

(736 words, loosely inspired by a scene from 'Every Summer After' by Carley Fortune)

p.s. hi i missed writing dramione ficlets so here we are.

[lovelystarkersworld]

i always think about Tony and Peter desperately trying to hide their relationship from the other Avengers, scared of how'll they'll react. The only one who actually knows, the only one they've told, is Rhodey because he confronted them after they'd only been together for a week--Tony could never hide anything from that man.

And it works for a while, no one really suspects why Tony always wanted to be the one going on missions with Peter or why he got so upset when Peter, someone with insane regeneration power, ends up hurt or why Tony seemed to always hold back too much when sparring with him. They just assumed the older man was being protective over Peter, they all were!

It wasn't until they arrived early from a day off. They should've expected something was up, Tony had given them his card and told them to 'have fun'. When they walk in, chatting loudly, they hear a moan coming from downstairs. They pause their movements, almost as if to test if they heard correctly and they did, soon after another loud moan is sounding.

And they honestly assumed Tony had brought someone home when they weren't paying attention until Peter is walking up the stairs from the lab with a dazed look in his eyes, hair a mess, lips puffy and red, and marks lining his neck. He stops in his tracks and looks at everyone with wide eyes, "H-how long have you guys been here?"

Steve is the first one to speak up, immediately asking Peter is he was okay or if Tony had put him up to this. He wouldn't hesitate to defend Peters honor. And then it's Natasha and Bruce, standing behind Steve in agreement--willing to all fight for the young boy. It wasn't in a malicious way, they cared for the older man, but they needed to make sure that the younger wasn't being taken advantage of.

And then Tony trails up the stairs, whistling away, and he's stopping in his tracks like everyone before him when he spots the scene in the main room. The Avengers basically surrounding Peter like a bunch of birds around food, all talking over one another until they noticed Tony's presence. Then everyone was staring at him, waiting for an explanation.

He would be fighting for his life, assuring them that it was Peter who pursued him! He didn't even want this to begin with! He had denied his feelings for months, years even just for Peter to lay it on thick and seduce him into bed where Tony couldn't hold back on his feelings anymore.

But it's not until Peter is vouching for him, clearing the older man's name from any nasty accusations that they all back off a little bit. Though they didn't let him off the hook that easily, making both of them sit down and explain how and more importantly when this began.

Then Rhodey walks in with a bowl of cereal and is just like, "You guys didn't figure it out immediately? They spend every minute together? Are always touching in one way or another?"

It only took about a week and a half before everyone is cooing at how happy Peter seemed to be around Tony and they quickly noticed how much the older man coddled him, loved him. He would buy him anything he would even glance at, kiss his cheek whenever he so pleased and it had everyone playfully gagging.

And when Tony gets down on one knee, it's in the middle of one of his parties with just his friends surrounding them. He had practiced his speech a billion times and was basically sweating through his suit. Everyone is cheering loudly, drunk off their minds from liquor. Even Steve was drunk, Thor had brought some more Asgardian alochol.

They are all so excited to see Tony and Peters love story blossom into something beautiful.

idk just thinking about protective avengers who become #1 starker fans

[schrodingers-romy]

Diner Vignette [Usagiyama Rumi x Reader]

Pairing: Usagiyama Rumi x GN!Reader Word Count: ~800 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: A soft little moment at a late-night diner

Warnings: none afaik, some kissing i guess, just some sweet vibes

Notes: i've wanted to write some fluff with my wife for a long time! (also the comment i make about soft teeth grinding being a sign of contentedness from rabbits is true! however, loud or very insistent grinding can be a sign of pain or distress, so if you're unsure which your rabbit is doing please record a video and show it to a vet to be safe <3)

The city lights filtering through the raindrop-slick window reminded you of an abstract painting, all rounded smears and bubbles of color. The soft, dreamlike quality of the view only cast the sight of your girlfriend sitting across from you in even starker relief. Your sleep-heavy gaze brightened as you focused on her.  

Rumi was still in her hero costume, fresh off patrol when she met you at your favorite diner. She was a little late, because she ran into some trouble that day; evidence of which was present on her face in the form of small butterfly stitches running across her split eyebrow. When she had bounded into the restaurant, twenty minutes late and damp with the night’s first traces of rain, you had taken care to press a gentle kiss to the wound. Even though you knew she was impossibly strong, you still felt the constant itch to comfort and care for her every miniscule injury. (She had laughed when you doted over her after she simply stubbed a toe, but she didn’t push you away. She didn’t need your care, yet she basked in it all the same.)

 Her tardiness worked in her favor somewhat, anyways. By the time she slid onto the bench across from you, there was already a fresh plate of waffles sitting on the table, ready for her to devour. Your own food was sitting in front of you, untouched, until Rumi arrived. (When you told her you were waiting, she let out a small huff and then insisted on feeding you the first forkful, as a sort of wordless apology, though you hardly were starving in the time she was absent.)

Now, she was happily plowing through her food, blueberry syrup smeared across her lips in a sticky purple gloss. Rumi tried hard to swallow before she spoke, a rare instance of politeness, but sometimes she forgot in her haste to tell you about her day. (You were a little disgusted with yourself that you found her garbled speech endearing.) You listened intently, chin in your hands and elbows propped up on the table, your own empty plate pushed to the side. You had already offered up your own meagre tales from the day, but you were tired, and the prospect of listening to your girlfriend was infinitely more appealing than talking yourself.

After the last forkful of waffles disappeared into her mouth, Rumi made to wipe her face with a napkin. You reached out a hand to stop her.

“C’mere,” you said, voice a little slower and softer than normal. Rather than leaning across the table, she got up and joined you on your bench, sliding close enough that your thighs were pressed warmly together. She was uncharacteristically quiet, and her ruby eyes watched you curiously.

You didn’t give her a verbal reply, instead closing the distance between you two and pressing your lips together.

Rumi’s lips were tacky with sugary berries, and she tasted like them, too. As you melted into her, you thought that the kiss would have been sweet without them, anyways.

It wasn’t an efficient way of cleaning her face; in fact, you really just made more of a mess. But she giggled at your antics, when you broke apart, and snatched her napkin to gently wipe your own face clean. So, it was more than worth it.

“Did you miss me today, sugar?” Rumi purred, teasing.

You tsked. “You’re more of a ‘sugar’, with your sweet tooth,” you replied.

“Ah, you see, that is precisely the reason why I picked you. Because you’re so sweet.”

“Says the sweet talker. You sure you’re not tasting your own honey, bunny?”

You both blinked at each other for a moment, before bursting into simultaneous laughter.

“That was all so cheesy,” you wheezed.

She was no better, cackling so loudly it echoed in the bare diner. “We’re both so tired, aren’t we? Our minds have gone loopy!”

The both of you continued to break out into scattered giggling fits, leaning on each other for support as you steadied your breaths and rode out the waves of amusement. Eventually, the true tiredness won, and Rumi’s head began to rest more heavily on your shoulder.

You reached one arm around so you could run your fingers through her hair, as her carmine eyes fluttered shut. A soft teeth-grinding noise drifted from her, something she once told you was a rabbit’s way of showing contentedness. You smiled at it, shifting so you could press your mouth to the crown of her head, a subtle kiss.

You knew that soon, you would have to dart your way through the still pouring rain, back to your apartment. You would have to peel off soaking clothes, then take a warm shower together that you would both be too tired to make heated, before you could finally stumble to bed.

You didn’t dwell on any of that, however; you savored the moment, holding your love close to you as the dreamlike patterns of lights outside flickered across the rain-frosted glass.

[adnauseum11]

Unexploded Ordinance (John Price x Reader)

You and John navigate the process of moving in together. John is pleased you are home.

1.4k words

CW: swearing, explicit sex MDNI

If the end of this chapter feels a bit abrupt it's because I split it in two to keep it from being a ridiculous length. You can expect the next chapter to pick up where this one left off.

Still not completely happy with this chapter but in the interest of not circling the drain forever and moving forward I'm posting anyways lol yolo

feedback welcome!

When John hasn’t returned from his call before you are done eating your breakfast - and polishing off the last of the raspberries - you take yourself to the bathroom to shower. He’s waiting for you in the living room when you finally emerge, feeling a bit more like yourself. He’s clearly lost in thought, your hand on his shoulder finally knocking him back to the present.

John is easy to talk into moving more things today, on your impromptu day off. When you arrive back at the apartment, he checks the door before he lets you enter, satisfied it’s been undisturbed. You immediately bicker with him about your furniture and what pieces will stay or go. You can tell he’s pleased when he wins the debate between the couches, you being partial to your vintage re-upholstered and wildly heavy chesterfield sofa. It’s too short for John to lay down on, forcing him to bend his knees and isn’t very comfortable, truth be told. It’s a gorgeous deep green velvet that draws the eye but otherwise isn’t overly practical. You pout about having to give it up until he gives over on your books entirely. He’s consistently bitched about moving your personal library, filled with heavy anthologies from your university days. They’ve been dragged from pillar to post over the years and you’ve refused every less than subtle suggestion to sell them. He doesn’t even try to make you choose which ones to keep, sighing deeply in resignation and asking how many boxes you think it will take to pack them all. This earns him the hardest hug you can muster and a rain of kisses he has to crouch for, chuckling lowly.

You make a trip back to his place with your clothing, the colourful array of fabrics making John’s limited selections seem all the starker by comparison. It brings you up short, seeing your things beside his in the wardrobe. You get caught up wondering what the hell you are doing, agreeing to this. You don’t get very far in your spiral before John finds you, kneeling surrounded by folded t-shirts. You’re jealous of his ability to seemingly pick a course of action and execute it without the self-doubt that swamps you occasionally. If you hadn’t known him as long as you have you would say it’s something he learned in the military, but you’re pretty sure that’s all John.

His presence steadies you again and you end up making another trip to collect your hairdryer and various other products needed to make yourself presentable for work tomorrow. Most of your everyday use items and valuables are safely rehoused in John’s flat by the time you are ready to throw the towel in for the day. You agree to go to the pub around the corner for dinner, neither of you feeling like cooking. On the walk down, John’s big hand stays on your lower back, keeping you close as you wander down the street together. It’s quiet at the pub, early in the week meaning the clientele are mostly regulars. You get your choice of seats and John steers you to a booth against the back wall, tugging you to sit on the same side as him.

He questions your half-baked plan to quit your job while distracting you from giving an answer, his hand creeping over your thigh and shoulders, bracketing you against him. You finally cross your legs, pinning his warm hand between your thighs so you can formulate a coherent response. He presses a smirk against your temple and listens as you complain of your treatment this morning, and then just in general. You've had a volatile few days and vent your spleen accordingly.

He removes his hands from your body when the food arrives, creating a tiny sliver of space between you on the bench seat. John hums sympathetically at your complaints but finally convinces you to get through the rest of the week before you submit anything in writing, pointing out you should probably update your resume first at minimum. You grumble but reluctantly agree, his even-keeled approach to the situation a better tactic than your instinct for dramatics.

John’s level head only seems to extend to your choices because by the time you’re out the door and on the way home he’s truly unable to keep his hands to himself. Twice on the short walk back he’s pressed you up against the wall of a nearby building, his hands cupping your face as his eager mouth finds yours. You make out like teenagers until you can feel the cold creeping into the tips of your ears, a gentle push against his chest enough to back him off temporarily. You’re getting better at reading John in this state, how his eyes glaze with want and his focus narrows. You finally resort to threading your fingers with his to keep his hand from constantly drifting over your ass, wrapping yourself around his arm to make him behave. 

You open the door using your key, John too preoccupied with working his hands under your jacket and shirt. His big body corrals you against him, kicking the door shut after wrestling you through it, almost not giving you time to get your key out of the lock.

“Fucking hell John.”

You breathe out as he spins you around, your arms going around his neck automatically. He kisses you hungrily, his palm cupping the back of your head. You feel the thump of the wall at your back, his hand leaving the back of your head to shove your coat off your shoulders. You wiggle out of it and push at the thick lambskin jacket he’s wearing, slipping your hands under it to grip his shoulders. He shrugs out of it, his lips finding yours again almost immediately. You can feel desire vibrating through his frame, his thigh working its way between yours. Before he can overwhelm you completely, you push back against his chest.

He's breathing hard, confusion mixing across his face as you flatten your palms against his chest and push, reversing your positions by backing him up against the opposite wall. You have to go up on your tip toes, gripping the back of his neck to tug him down to kiss you again. He’s got his hands full of your ass, too preoccupied to catch on to your intent until you're slipping out of his grasp, sliding to your knees in front of him. Your nimble fingers have his belt undone and his jeans open before he can process and stop you, hissing out your name as your fingers wrap around his twitching cock.

You smirk to yourself and wrench a deep groan from his chest as your lips close around the flushed head of his cock, your eyes locking on his face. His cheeks and throat are flushed with the same shade of red as his cock, his blue eyes now nearly black, his pupils dilated with desire. He looks so intense it sends a thrill through your belly that you’re capable of affecting him like this. You swirl your tongue over the head, tasting the salty pre-cum and slide your palm up the wiry hair of his firm abdomen, pushing his shirt up.

John growls lowly, his fingers burying into your hair, gripping close to the roots. He doesn’t try to direct your movements, content to let you work him over however you see fit but the gentle pull on your hair sends flashes of sensation down your spine. The muscles of his stomach jump at the drag of your fingers on his cock as you squeeze the base, sucking on the tip deeply, making John’s fingers clench in your hair. You lift off him and press his erection against his belly, running the flat of your tongue over the underside before teasing his balls with the tip of your tongue.

That has John rocking up onto his toes, hissing your name again followed by a curse. You can’t stop the pleased smirk that slides across your face and wrap your lips around the tip again, focusing your tongue on the sensitive spot on the underside. You can feel his cock twitching, the tension in his body ratcheting tighter with a moan. You let his shirt drop and cup his balls, lapping at the tip intently.

That seems to finally push John beyond his limit and he firmly tugs your hair to pull you off him. Your scalp tingles and you hum in disappointment but John’s already got a hold of your arm, lifting you to your feet again.

“C'mere love, I want to be inside you when I cum.”  

He growls lowly, making you shiver, backing you down the hallway to the bedroom with predatory intent. The look on his face makes your stomach quiver in anticipation, your insides going molten.

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