[Anyone who can make John feel like he's the centre of their world, however brief that might last, is certainly going down on his list of people to call back again and again and again. Who can claim not to like the positive attention?]
Oh. [He closes his eyes and breathes out a sigh, cracking a smile.] Had a dream like this once. [The details were admittedly, a little different. Distinct lack of hobo blankets. A different person going down on him. Less bishounen, more stereotypical twink. But this is decidedly much better.
Belatedly he remembers he'd been tasked with one job. Would be a bit of a spectacular failure if he can't even do one thing. He slides his hand over the back of Azuma's bowed head, fingers getting lost in between silver threads as he grips, tight. Maybe at first it could be attributed to nerves, or perhaps he's trying to resist the urge to shove Azuma's face all the way down. But as blunt nails scrape against hair roots and scalp, John is likely testing exactly how rough he can be.]
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Oh. [He closes his eyes and breathes out a sigh, cracking a smile.] Had a dream like this once. [The details were admittedly, a little different. Distinct lack of hobo blankets. A different person going down on him. Less bishounen, more stereotypical twink. But this is decidedly much better.
Belatedly he remembers he'd been tasked with one job. Would be a bit of a spectacular failure if he can't even do one thing. He slides his hand over the back of Azuma's bowed head, fingers getting lost in between silver threads as he grips, tight. Maybe at first it could be attributed to nerves, or perhaps he's trying to resist the urge to shove Azuma's face all the way down. But as blunt nails scrape against hair roots and scalp, John is likely testing exactly how rough he can be.]