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Thomas had let out a sharp gasp before his back arched up and he clutched at John’s hair, tugging gently as the mantras of John’s name went broken and more frantic. “Oh, Oh, JoHN!” He cried out, face scrunched and twisting in pleasure. Pleasure that only John could give him.

_{a quiet moan was muffled against his skin as john’s lips closed over his clit && he gently sucked. a moment later, he added a second finger. he would be lying if he said that this wasn’t getting to him – his erection was pressed firmly against the mattress, && if he had a little less shame he would have humped it. for now, he would settle for just stroking himself in rhythm to the curling of his fingers inside of thomas.}