[John definitely has questions about the lad under those layers of perfect porcelain face and demure smile. There's a story or three there. But god is it hard to think straight when there are cold, slender fingers on his dick.
The exhale that follows his sharp gasp stutters in his chest as his loose tie slides to one side. He was still soft, tucked away in his trousers, but the excitement of an encounter with an almost-anonymous stranger who's far too pretty with those cheekbones and gorgeous smile in a not-entirely-private place is really turning him on.
Unable to keep his hands to himself for very long, John's hand runs down from Azuma's shoulder to waist, grip tightening in fabric. The blond tries to tug him in just a little closer as his hand drifts down to the top of his thigh and rubs long, slow strokes between hip and knee, warming them both up just a tad.]
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The exhale that follows his sharp gasp stutters in his chest as his loose tie slides to one side. He was still soft, tucked away in his trousers, but the excitement of an encounter with an almost-anonymous stranger who's far too pretty with those cheekbones and gorgeous smile in a not-entirely-private place is really turning him on.
Unable to keep his hands to himself for very long, John's hand runs down from Azuma's shoulder to waist, grip tightening in fabric. The blond tries to tug him in just a little closer as his hand drifts down to the top of his thigh and rubs long, slow strokes between hip and knee, warming them both up just a tad.]