[Did he?? Jon makes a quiet sound, something between startled and uncertain, as his fingers slip into the other man's mouth. The slick heat, the firm press of teeth, all of it conspires to make him tense. His fingers curl involuntarily, uncertain if he wants to pull away or not.
This is not the direction he thought things would go. He has no idea what he thought, but it wasn't this.]
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This is not the direction he thought things would go. He has no idea what he thought, but it wasn't this.]
Did I? [he asks hoarsely.]