Untitled (kissing meme)
{ R | John/Rodney }
written for Kissing Meme: The Sequel
John has tasted many kisses in his lifetime. They’ve been delicate, bittersweet, frenetic, passionate, fast and slow, hard and soft, dry and wet. But this one, this one, with this man and this mouth, these teeth and this tongue and this heat is - god, it’s perfect. Utterly perfect.
Their mouths press together endlessly, ceaselessly, too good to stop. Every gentle motion of their lips, every playful nip and affectionate prodding of nose to cheek causes something to wobble in his stomach and burst in his chest.
Warm hands stroke under the hem of John’s black shirt and rub the sweat that’s pooled there deep into broad palms and smooth, tanned skin. Nails scrape unexpectedly across the dimples on either side of John’s spine and he gasps into Rodney’s mouth, grinds his aching groin down into Rodney’s lap where he’s been straddled for…minutes? Hours?
Forever.
John digs his fingers into Rodney’s thin hair, twists, and Rodney moans.
“Jesus, John,” he mutters in the breath of space between their mouths. “Jesus.”
And John can do nothing but roll his hips, stroke his tongue against Rodney’s, and come.