[ John hears him, but doesn't jump to it right away, taking a moment just to appreciate that Danny is young and muscular — John likes all bodies, with maybe a slight preference for aging men and curvy women, but he's not just looking at the outside when he touches. Feeling the soft inflation of lungs while he watches Danny's chest rise and fall, twisting a nipple to peak it and enjoying the way blood rushes to the skin's surface. The internal scars, liver and kidneys, that linger in the wake of substance use. But most of all he likes the way Danny stands, the military respect of his squared shoulders and even stance. Neatness is even more attractive to John than violence — maybe because he, too, is a control freak.
At least this time his touching has clear intent behind it. A lewd weight when his fingers span Danny's waist, when he palms a hipbone. Stringing it out just to really emphasize when he slaps the back of his hand over Danny's abdomen (this car can fit so many daddy issues in it) and: ]
On the bed.
[ Nowhe's getting to his own clothes, losing them unselfconsciously. Bundling them up into his yoga and leaving them by the door, like he might need a quick escape. The only thing he leaves on is a little bracelet, black and white beads to match his impossible eyes. ]
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At least this time his touching has clear intent behind it. A lewd weight when his fingers span Danny's waist, when he palms a hipbone. Stringing it out just to really emphasize when he slaps the back of his hand over Danny's abdomen (this car can fit so many daddy issues in it) and: ]
On the bed.
[ Nowhe's getting to his own clothes, losing them unselfconsciously. Bundling them up into his yoga and leaving them by the door, like he might need a quick escape. The only thing he leaves on is a little bracelet, black and white beads to match his impossible eyes. ]