That mouth pressed right there makes him nearly boneless for a moment. It's almost ridiculous how quickly Byeong-Lee had learned his spots. All those places that made him melt or cry out or just pant in need. He shouldn't be too surprised, because he knew they had been together so many times before. Maybe not in this life, but it was still so much fun to rediscover all those things and know that his lover was refinding them as well. Refinding them and using them against him once more.
He keens a little at the nip and his eyelashes flutter to near closed when he feels the man's hand teasing him. His keen becomes a full bodied moan when he feels the hard warm slide of Byeong-Lee's rigid cock pressed against his own. His hips try to shift to chase it, but he's held so still and it makes him whine a little. He knows that now-a-days, he could probably break out of that hold. He could easily overwhelm the Doctor. He's no longer the scrawny Confederate, more fragile than his smart looks let on. However, he doesn't. He doesn't because it feels good. It doesn't feel like he's trapped at all. If anything, it makes him feel safe and loved.
He still laughs though the little moan of pleasure as water slowly creeps it way upwards. "I don't know. I'm sure mistletoe would spruce things up rather nicely." He sort of shifts and twists a little aware of how that makes his hips barely sway as he reaches for a green sprig that had escaped the towel so he can playfully plop it right on the Doctor's head before leaning to kiss him hard, mouth shaping "See. Good even with mistletoe." into the hungry kiss.
He can't help but laugh as the sprig is put on his head and the kiss given. "I can't fight you," he concedes, looking at John with love in his eyes as he shakes the mistletoe free and watches as it falls into the water to float around them. Emma was going to die, tomorrow. She was going to utterly and completely die. In a grave covered with mistletoe. But that was tomorrow. For now, he had more important things to do.
He kissed John again, slipping his tongue inside and deepening it until there's barely enough space to breathe at all. His hand pumps, now with water to help him along. Slicking up the way as he moves up and down, using his own hardness and John's to improve the friction. His hips shift, move and rotate, the sensation enough to have him leaking, just a bit. His moans getting just a bit louder, a bit more urgent.
"I love you covered in marks," he purrs, sucking another one right over his Adam's apple. "Last time....I wanted to do this to you. Every time I had you beneath me. I wanted everyone to know that you were mine. And now they can." There was no one to fear. No reason to hide. Sure, Byeong-Lee had been a bit unethical with how he'd courted John, but he wasn't his doctor, now. There was no reason for him to conceal anything about their relationship, anymore. The freedom was heady.
His teeth came out, biting against the base of his jaw before he exhaled a small curse against it, his cock throbbing hard against John's. "You feel so good." The mistletoe hits his thumb as the water rises and he chokes out a laugh. "Even with the mistletoe."
Everything the doctor does has John breathless. It's not just now, with a hand on his cock and a tongue swirling in his mouth. It's everything. The way he laughs, the way he looks, even the smart sharp way he deals with the world around him. Everything causes John's breath to catch and he has to remember to breathe for it. Because the man is so amazing and he feels nothing but joy in the fact that the world had given them this gift of letting them be together again.
When the kiss breaks, he's panting for breath, his eyes glazed with both breathlessness and pleasure. He tilts his head to let Byeong-Lee bite and suck as much as he wants. His hands are not idle, slowly moving over the other man, touches lighting against small scars here and there, tracing over tattoos and all the marks that made this man who he was. It's a small intimate habit born from another time when he had lavished such gentle affection upon all those marks the world had left upon Billy, trying to hide the shame he felt when Billy would do the same with him. But now, because of the bodyarmor he got to wear, John had been thankfully unmarked. The only marks he would bare would be Byeong-Lee's. There was no shame at all in those.
He groans a bit and a hand slides up to lace through the man's hair as he works on a hickey. "And now you can. As many times as you want." He finds that possessive streak in his doctor rather a turn on. He would never ever do anything to make it truly manifest, but it's just nice to know he's so wanted. Besides, unlike then, when there was a chance of hanging, now he was certain he could handle a few stray gay bashers now and then. They wouldn't even know what hit them.
His moan becomes a delighted laugh when he hears that sound of his Billy laughing again. He rolls his hips sharply against the doctor's hips and he looks at the man with a crooked, devious smile. "So you admit it. You liked my surprise just a little bit. And just you wait. Emma said I have to stay stateside for last half a year before I'm allowed to deploy again. Something about my needing to actually start living state side and finding out what I want to do with myself once I get out. So you're getting Valentines day and Easter at least before I go overseas."
There was no better way to kill the moment than with what John had just said. But he'd killed it in what was possibly the best way Byeong-Lee could have ever hoped. His hand stilled as he looked over at his lover, stunned. The water rose around their hips and it was almost completely ignored as he continued to just stare. Nevermind that they were naked in a tub. Nevermind that Byeong-Lee's hand was still gripping their erections, hard and turgid against one another. Nevermind all of that.
John was staying another six months.
He smiled wide, letting them go as he surged forward and kissed him once more. Deep and hungry, refusing to even let John up for a breath. Back in the old days, it was always Goody who'd kissed like this. After nightmares or panic attacks. He'd kissed like this to prove that the world was still real. That Billy was still here and still wanted him.
Billy was kissing for almost the same reasons; was this real? Was it truly real? Or was it all going to vanish away the moment he looked at it too closely?
But when he pulled back, his lover was still here. And would remain, it seemed, till at least April.
"You're staying," he said, awed. "You're going to stay another few months. Oh, John," he breathed before swallowing him up in another kiss. He couldn't get enough. Could never get enough.
When he pulled back, he moved forward in the tub, seemingly having a new idea as he pushed John against the side of it, fitting himself between his legs in the new position.
"Stay with me, these few months," he demanded, ignoring that this was the worst time to ask your boyfriend to move in. "I want to have as much time with you as possible. Just stay here. Even if it's just for the weekends. Please?"
He is bowled over by the sudden surge. He goes backwards with the force of it, water dangerously close to sloshing out with the force of it. His legs spread to flank either side of the man even as he's kissed to near breathlessness. A part of him understands what this is. The part that wants to whisper to Billy that it's real. It's real and true and he'll pinch him to prove it. That part is also very content to kiss back.
When the doctor pulls away, he's certain his lips are a bit bruised from the force of the kiss. He lightly lets his tongue flick over the bottom lip to feel it as well as to taste Byeong-Lee's lingering presence against them. They curve into a soft, slightly goofy grin as he nods. "That's right. I'm staying. Doc won't let me deploy until then. And said that if I tried to go to a difference base and get deployed there, that she'd make sure my psych profile made it so I could never go over there again. Says I have to get used to being in America, since I've been over there for longer than I've been over here."
Fully pushed against the tub now, his legs go to circle around Byeong-Lee's back, ankles crossing in the middle of his spine. His hands go up to lightly push fingers through his hair. The touch light before it pulls away, rendered speechless at the request. "Mon cher..." He doesn't know if it is possible. If he could convince command to let him have off post housing even if Byeong-Lee was one of the base shrinks. "I want to. I really want to. Stay here with you. I'll talk to my command. Even if I can only get weekend passes like I do now, I'll come here. I'll go back to base in the morning and pack a go bag for here."
"I'll take it," he promises. "I'll take the weekends or whatever else I can get. You're staying. So long!"
He pushes his head into the petting, exhaling soft at the comforting feeling. Byeong-Lee doesn't know if he's been this happy in a long, long time. He has John. He has John and a tub full of warm water and the promise of months together where John would be safe and they could hold one another. Just like this. It's more than he ever could have hoped to have. It's more than he would have ever expected to occur so soon. But he isn't about to complain.
"Valentine's day. Valentine's day, Goody!" There's the tinge of an accent as the past bleeds over in a rush. "I can take you out. We can go out and eat together. As a couple. Our first Valentine's Day together and we can do whatever we want!"
It's heady. It probably always would be for him.
Byeong-Lee-Billy trails his hands up John's body before finally cradling his lover's face and kissing him hard. With their bodies so close, all he has to do is shift his hips closer and grind. The sex has become secondary to everything else he is feeling --more an expression of his love than playful fooling around. He treats the change appropriately, intending to take his time and make this moment last.
"I love you. I hope you can stay so I can tell you that every morning."
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Date: 2017-03-07 05:26 am (UTC)He keens a little at the nip and his eyelashes flutter to near closed when he feels the man's hand teasing him. His keen becomes a full bodied moan when he feels the hard warm slide of Byeong-Lee's rigid cock pressed against his own. His hips try to shift to chase it, but he's held so still and it makes him whine a little. He knows that now-a-days, he could probably break out of that hold. He could easily overwhelm the Doctor. He's no longer the scrawny Confederate, more fragile than his smart looks let on. However, he doesn't. He doesn't because it feels good. It doesn't feel like he's trapped at all. If anything, it makes him feel safe and loved.
He still laughs though the little moan of pleasure as water slowly creeps it way upwards. "I don't know. I'm sure mistletoe would spruce things up rather nicely." He sort of shifts and twists a little aware of how that makes his hips barely sway as he reaches for a green sprig that had escaped the towel so he can playfully plop it right on the Doctor's head before leaning to kiss him hard, mouth shaping "See. Good even with mistletoe." into the hungry kiss.
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Date: 2017-03-13 01:39 am (UTC)He kissed John again, slipping his tongue inside and deepening it until there's barely enough space to breathe at all. His hand pumps, now with water to help him along. Slicking up the way as he moves up and down, using his own hardness and John's to improve the friction. His hips shift, move and rotate, the sensation enough to have him leaking, just a bit. His moans getting just a bit louder, a bit more urgent.
"I love you covered in marks," he purrs, sucking another one right over his Adam's apple. "Last time....I wanted to do this to you. Every time I had you beneath me. I wanted everyone to know that you were mine. And now they can." There was no one to fear. No reason to hide. Sure, Byeong-Lee had been a bit unethical with how he'd courted John, but he wasn't his doctor, now. There was no reason for him to conceal anything about their relationship, anymore. The freedom was heady.
His teeth came out, biting against the base of his jaw before he exhaled a small curse against it, his cock throbbing hard against John's. "You feel so good." The mistletoe hits his thumb as the water rises and he chokes out a laugh. "Even with the mistletoe."
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Date: 2017-03-19 01:45 pm (UTC)When the kiss breaks, he's panting for breath, his eyes glazed with both breathlessness and pleasure. He tilts his head to let Byeong-Lee bite and suck as much as he wants. His hands are not idle, slowly moving over the other man, touches lighting against small scars here and there, tracing over tattoos and all the marks that made this man who he was. It's a small intimate habit born from another time when he had lavished such gentle affection upon all those marks the world had left upon Billy, trying to hide the shame he felt when Billy would do the same with him. But now, because of the bodyarmor he got to wear, John had been thankfully unmarked. The only marks he would bare would be Byeong-Lee's. There was no shame at all in those.
He groans a bit and a hand slides up to lace through the man's hair as he works on a hickey. "And now you can. As many times as you want." He finds that possessive streak in his doctor rather a turn on. He would never ever do anything to make it truly manifest, but it's just nice to know he's so wanted. Besides, unlike then, when there was a chance of hanging, now he was certain he could handle a few stray gay bashers now and then. They wouldn't even know what hit them.
His moan becomes a delighted laugh when he hears that sound of his Billy laughing again. He rolls his hips sharply against the doctor's hips and he looks at the man with a crooked, devious smile. "So you admit it. You liked my surprise just a little bit. And just you wait. Emma said I have to stay stateside for last half a year before I'm allowed to deploy again. Something about my needing to actually start living state side and finding out what I want to do with myself once I get out. So you're getting Valentines day and Easter at least before I go overseas."
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Date: 2017-04-24 03:16 am (UTC)John was staying another six months.
He smiled wide, letting them go as he surged forward and kissed him once more. Deep and hungry, refusing to even let John up for a breath. Back in the old days, it was always Goody who'd kissed like this. After nightmares or panic attacks. He'd kissed like this to prove that the world was still real. That Billy was still here and still wanted him.
Billy was kissing for almost the same reasons; was this real? Was it truly real? Or was it all going to vanish away the moment he looked at it too closely?
But when he pulled back, his lover was still here. And would remain, it seemed, till at least April.
"You're staying," he said, awed. "You're going to stay another few months. Oh, John," he breathed before swallowing him up in another kiss. He couldn't get enough. Could never get enough.
When he pulled back, he moved forward in the tub, seemingly having a new idea as he pushed John against the side of it, fitting himself between his legs in the new position.
"Stay with me, these few months," he demanded, ignoring that this was the worst time to ask your boyfriend to move in. "I want to have as much time with you as possible. Just stay here. Even if it's just for the weekends. Please?"
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Date: 2017-05-03 03:42 am (UTC)When the doctor pulls away, he's certain his lips are a bit bruised from the force of the kiss. He lightly lets his tongue flick over the bottom lip to feel it as well as to taste Byeong-Lee's lingering presence against them. They curve into a soft, slightly goofy grin as he nods. "That's right. I'm staying. Doc won't let me deploy until then. And said that if I tried to go to a difference base and get deployed there, that she'd make sure my psych profile made it so I could never go over there again. Says I have to get used to being in America, since I've been over there for longer than I've been over here."
Fully pushed against the tub now, his legs go to circle around Byeong-Lee's back, ankles crossing in the middle of his spine. His hands go up to lightly push fingers through his hair. The touch light before it pulls away, rendered speechless at the request. "Mon cher..." He doesn't know if it is possible. If he could convince command to let him have off post housing even if Byeong-Lee was one of the base shrinks. "I want to. I really want to. Stay here with you. I'll talk to my command. Even if I can only get weekend passes like I do now, I'll come here. I'll go back to base in the morning and pack a go bag for here."
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Date: 2018-11-29 04:58 am (UTC)He pushes his head into the petting, exhaling soft at the comforting feeling. Byeong-Lee doesn't know if he's been this happy in a long, long time. He has John. He has John and a tub full of warm water and the promise of months together where John would be safe and they could hold one another. Just like this. It's more than he ever could have hoped to have. It's more than he would have ever expected to occur so soon. But he isn't about to complain.
"Valentine's day. Valentine's day, Goody!" There's the tinge of an accent as the past bleeds over in a rush. "I can take you out. We can go out and eat together. As a couple. Our first Valentine's Day together and we can do whatever we want!"
It's heady. It probably always would be for him.
Byeong-Lee-Billy trails his hands up John's body before finally cradling his lover's face and kissing him hard. With their bodies so close, all he has to do is shift his hips closer and grind. The sex has become secondary to everything else he is feeling --more an expression of his love than playful fooling around. He treats the change appropriately, intending to take his time and make this moment last.
"I love you. I hope you can stay so I can tell you that every morning."