Quiet

John pushes, tilting his hips, forehead pressing against the back of Rodney's neck as he slides into Rodney. Rodney lets him in and closes around him, his soft, contained heat a caress that goes from John's cock all the way through him.

Rodney makes a soft sound and John rubs his chest. He loves doing it like this, on their sides, with Rodney in his arms, quiet and accepting. Most of the time Rodney is like the Energizer Bunny, running around, banging his drum; John likes stilling him, likes using his hands, his mouth, his cock to slow him down, to keep him in place.

He draws back just as slowly as he'd pushed in. Fingers rubbing lazily across a nipple, he kisses the side of Rodney's neck. It takes all his concentration to do all three at once, to fuck and touch and kiss, but it's worth it when Rodney groans, deep and low. Quiet.

Going deep, John pushes until his hips are pressed into the cushion of Rodney's cheeks.

When Rodney reaches for his cock, John stops him, placing Rodney's hand on the bed. Curling his hand around Rodney's cock, John strokes him slowly, enjoying the feel of Rodney's hardness in his hand, caressing his palm.

He fucks Rodney slow and sweet, wondering what Rodney feels, how his cock feels sliding into Rodney. He imagines that he's caressing Rodney with his cock, deep inside, where no one else touches him. Rodney's ass is the warmest place he's ever been, and the warmth spreads through him until he's warm everywhere.

The arm Rodney is using as a pillow is going numb; John ignores it, kissing Rodney's neck, tasting his warmth.

"John. Stomach."

It takes him a moment to process what Rodney wants, then he lets go of Rodney's cock and eases Rodney down until he's flat against the sheets, John stretched out on top of him. They've never done it like this, and the angle is strange. Entwining his fingers with Rodney's, he matches Rodney's position, his arms resting on Rodney's, his chest on Rodney's back. His legs are between Rodney's and he can feel the curving softness of Rodney's ass beneath him, Rodney's broad back giving him a place on which to rest, a place from which to fuck.

His first thrust is awkward, but then he finds the motion and he's pressing in, Rodney tight around him.

Rodney comes with soft gasp. John feels it everywhere, in his dick, in his chest, in his arms. Pushing deep, he holds still, his lips against the soft skin of Rodney's neck.

He's tempted to stay still, to let his cock soften and slip free, but he knows Rodney wants to feel him too, so he moves. Long, even thrusts into Rodney's heat, Rodney's stillness, then he comes, diffuse pleasure concentrating itself in his cock, leaving his body for Rodney's like some kind of offering.

Relaxing into Rodney, he lets himself go still.