The Brakes are Off

"Okay, so first we get naked," Jon declares once they're inside the room. It's not a normal Establishment room, exactly, or rather it is but with embellishments. Next to the bed, taking up almost as much space, is a huge nest of cushions (with slipcovers, Jon notes with a mental snicker, for easy cleaning). The nest is surrounded by a kind of bowl of fabric with supports, so that the cushions don't go everywhere when sat on, and next to it is a low table spread with room service goodies--a plate of the grilled cheese sticks he loves, fresh fruit, and chocolate cake. Next to that are two innocuous looking purple butt plugs, with power switches. He hasn't really told John his evil plan yet, but it's probably becoming clear.

John laughs, already working on buttons. "Naked is not a problem. It feels like forever." He missed Jon in his whirlwind, film two movies at once weeks of bouncing back and forth between Montreal and Atlanta. He missed breathing, really, and now here he is. "That looks suspiciously like a cuddling spot," he gestures toward the cushion nest as he toes out of his shoes. "Are we cuddling and eating?"

"Your suspicions are correct," Jon grins, dropping his pants right there on the floor. "I wanna put those in each other and turn them on," he explains, pointing to the plugs. "And cuddle up and be all horny and feed each other. And no coming until we finish eating," he adds, wagging a finger. "The purple is in honor of Kerri, because I think she'd like this idea."

"Oh wow," John's out of his pants, and looking hard at the plugs. "Wait, turn them on?"

"They vibrate. It's fun and excitement, I promise," Jon grins, peeling his t-shirt off.

"This is either going to be the best ever or the most embarrassing ever," John snickers, trying hard not to think about potential embarrassment while he gets rid of the rest of his clothes. "Oh, are you prepped? I'm not at all."

"No," Jon laughs. "I don't really do that unless it's a special request. Sir kind of likes doing it himself," he admits, settling down onto the cushions and reaching for the lube. "Look, I'm even totally prepared to do this and then eat," he says proudly, showing John a little warmer full of wet hand towels.

"You are awesome," John crawls over Jon, kissing his chest and throat. "Do we flip a coin? Who goes first?" He can't decide whether he'd rather give or receive first. "Mm, you taste good. I missed your skin." He licks a broad stripe up behind Jon's ear and teases the lobe with his teeth.

"Oh, hello," Jon moans, grabbing for whatever he can hold onto, which happens to be the back of John's thigh. "I'll do you if you'll keep doing that," he offers, squeezing some lube onto his fingers.

"Just like this?" John laughs against Jon's ear. "Yeah, okay. I can get into that," he agrees, spreading his legs wider. "Fun." He's as anxious for Jon's touch as he is to enjoy Jon's skin, and willing to contort himself to have both at once.

"Yep," Jon agrees, reaching around and stroking his slick fingers over John's hole, pushing carefully inside to make sure he doesn't angle wrong. "You're always fun."

"Oh, that's good, I like it this way," John whispers. Jon won't be able to get very deep, but that's good in itself, the wide press concentrated right at his opening will be perfect for the thick plug. "Slow?"

"Yeah, we'll go slow," Jon murmurs, rubbing and massaging at the sphincter muscles to trick them into relaxing for him. "You're impossibly beautiful."

John doesn't answer right away, his eyes falling closed as he focuses on the stretch-burn-pleasure rhythm of the way Jon works at him. "You are too," he murmurs, eventually, "so good already," he bites at Jon's lips, little nipping kisses, so that he doesn't bite his own.

Jon keens softly at the bites, rubbing with two fingers, twisting them inside and then out, in and out over and over until there's no more tension when he's pressing in than there is when he's letting go. When he can, he watches John's face, so beautiful when it's drained of tension or care that he can't help but stare a little. It's no wonder that subspace is so captivating to a dominant partner, when just a little bit of relaxation and arousal brings this.

"You're smiling," John whispers. "And I'm good, I think..." He shivers, kissing Jon again. "I think maybe the plug now?"

"I am smiling," Jon agrees, grinning as he draws his fingers out and reaches for it. "Here we go, baby, nice and slow," he murmurs, nudging the tip of it up against John's hole.

"I love this part," John moans softly, not pressing back, but really wanting the plug inside now, even though the challenge of having it buzzing away is still daunting. "Why smiling?"

"Because you're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen," Jon counters, gently twisting it in, stroking the skin around it as he pushes deeper.

"Oh." John just closes his eyes and holds on tighter. Jon's sweetness sometimes overwhelms him, just a little.

"Here's the last bit, baby," Jon warns, letting the thickest part of the plug slide into John until he feels it catch in place, the flared base snug up against him. It's definitely not going anywhere. "Turn it on or both at the same time?"

"Both at the same time, I can handle being plugged for ages, but no way can I handle getting a head start on the thing buzzing away," John laughs. "Gimme a minute and I'll take care of you," he reaches for a warm towel for Jon. "And you," he whispers in Jon's ear "are the most beautiful boy I've ever known."

Jon's face lights up like a Christmas tree as he wipes his hands clean, settling in against the cushions and spreading his legs. "Thank you," he murmurs, stroking John's thighs.

"You're welcome, very welcome." John grabs lube, but stops to kiss Jon for a few minutes, just lazily licking around his mouth, stroking his cheek. No reason to rush.

"Mmmm," Jon hums into the kiss, holding John close to him. He can imagine how that plug feels inside when John shifts and moves against him, and it makes him start to get hard in empathy.

"Excited already?" John runs a finger along Jon's semi-hard shaft, teasing up and down. "I haven't even started!"

"Don't tease," Jon admonishes, though he's smiling as he brushes his lips over John's again. "I can't help it."

"I'm sorry," John holds his hands up innocently. "No teasing. Just feeling good," and he slicks his fingers then snugs up tight against Jon's side, fingers circling, one pressing in just to the first knuckle. "Really good."

"Mmm, yes," Jon smiles. "That feels really good."

"Gonna feel better," John promises, and kisses Jon again, taking it slow with the prep just because it's so damned sweet, and Jon is so very pliant.

"You stopped biting me. Why did you stop biting me?" Jon asks in between kisses, relaxing for John as best he can.

John chuckles and nips Jon's lips again. "Because I was too focused on fingering your sweet ass, that's why. I'm bad at multitasking when that's one of the tasks."

"I see," Jon giggles, moaning softly at the pressure inside. "You were supposed to keep nibbling my ear as a condition of getting to go first though," he reminds John. "I feel shortchanged." That's obviously a baldfaced lie, with the way he's squirming against John in delight at being fingered. But he can't help but tease.

"I'm so sorry," John kisses a path back to Jon's lobe and nibbles and kisses as sexily as that can be done. "Oh, penance," he offers, backing his hips away from Jon's, denying himself the pleasure of his erection against Jon's skin.

"Aww. I didn't want to get you in trouble," Jon giggles, enjoying the sensation of John's teeth and lips. "Unless it's the good kind, like what Kerri says you like."

"No, not in trouble, just meant I'll give myself a time out since I wasn't giving you what you wanted," John explains, nuzzling and nibbling and breathing Jon in.

"Oh, okay. You don't have to. But that feels good," Jon smiles. "Put the plug in before the sandwiches get cold, baby."

"Oh, right, food," John laughs, grabbing the plug, lubing it up generously. "I swear, only you could combine vibrating plugs and lunch," he grouses, but he's still got a wide smile on his face and he's nudging the plug easily into Jon, watching it slip into his body.

"I'm a man of many talents," Jon gasps, closing his eyes as the plug hits bottom. "Okay. Flip the switch. Yours too. And then wipe your hands and we can cuddle while we eat."

"When did you catch this order-John-around bug?" John makes a pointy face, but turns the switches, gasping softly at the buzz.

"Mmmm," Jon groans, squirming a little. "Dunno. You're hot. Maybe you misalign my brain a little with your hotness."

"I do?" John thinks about that as he cleans his hands. "Am I bringing out a dommy side of you?"

"I doubt it," Jon laughs, scrunching up his face. "I don't have a dommy side. I just like your subby side. And if you're not being toppy then somebody's gotta decide what to do."

"Oh, so it's just practical," John laughs. "You just made bunnyface at me and now I want to kiss you senseless, you know."

Jon laughs and snuggles up, pressing his mouth against John's and reaching blindly for a sandwich stick.

John ignores the food, in favor of Jon, who tastes better than even grilled cheese. He presses back to Jon's side, rubbing his chest, kissing hungrily.

"Oh," Jon gasps, clenching down on the plug and feeling the vibrations intensify with that movement. The hand on his chest is hitting his comfort kink perfectly, the hard kiss dropping him into a pleasant, cheerfully subby place. His free hand gropes at John's hip as the sandwich is held uselessly in the air.

"What do you need?"

"Just... this is good. Just you," Jon replies, nuzzling John's neck and holding the sandwich up to his lips. "Here. Cheese. Eat."

"Eloquent," John jokes, but he knows what it's from, and isn't far himself. He takes a big bite of the sandwich and sucks Jon's finger.

Jon giggles at that, wiggling a little on the cushions and moaning as it makes the plug move side-to-side in him. "Love you. Fuck, my ass feels so good."

John groans, in aroused understanding. "Mmmhmm. Remember my thing on the journals about a circle jerk?"

"Yeah," Jon agrees, nibbling on John's neck. "But we'd need a least three more people to form a circle."

"I was thinking less," John has to stop, take a deep breath and move his hips some, groaning. "Mmm, less circle, more triangle. You, me and Simon. With plugs. You're stealing my idea."

"Ooh, yeah?" Jon grins. "It's practice." Jon tips his head back, his hips making another little delighted wiggle. He groans with it, stroking whatever skin of John's he can reach.

"Practice, right," John grabs a piece of sandwich to feed Jon. "Are you sure it's not erotic torture? Do you do this often?"

"No," Jon moans, leaning in for the bite and eagerly eating the crispy, buttery browned bread and gooey cheese out of John's hand, licking his fingers. "Special for you."

"Ahh, I'm the only one who you want to drive out of his mind?" John laughs and grabs a fat strawberry, taking a big juicy bite. "How lucky I am."

"Yeaaaah," Jon grins. "Want you gorgeous and loopy and doped up on good sex and headspace with me," he declares, munching on some pineapple and then slipping a piece between John's lips.

"Not too much pineapple, it makes my mouth all crackly," John warns, reaching for a sandwich stick. "Loopy and doped up are already accomplished."

"Crackly? That's not good," Jon frowns, biting half of the sandwich stick and pressing the rest towards John's mouth, rubbing up against him and pressing his fingers into John's mouth after he's swallowed.

John sucks lustily on Jon's fingers, thoughts about pineapple's weird effects on his mucous membranes slipping completely from his mind as he groans, rocking his hips again, feeling his cock smear a trail of precome across Jon's thigh.

"Fuck," Jon moans, pressing his fingers to John's cheeks, hands sliding back, fingers slipping through John's hair as he kisses him hungrily.

"Is eating important?" John arches closer. "I don't know if eating's important." He's rushing things. He knows that. But Jon feels so good, it's ridiculous, trying to hold back.

"It's the rules," Jon points out. "The rules say we have to eat before orgasms."

"I ate," John protests. "I had a sandwich finger and a berry and a pineapple piece."

"Have a piece of cake and then you can come," Jon pouts.

"Are you rushing me now?" John stops everything, just getting himself back together, lots of deep slow breaths. "You're pouting. I don't like when you pout. It makes my stiffy soften."

"It does? That's no fun." Jon smiles and kisses his neck, looking down. "I'm sorry, stiffy."

Cracking up, John looks down. "It likes it when you talk to it."

"Oh yeah?" Jon grins, squirming down the cushions and kissing John's thigh. "Hello, Mr. Stiffy. Are you happy to see me?"

"I totally didn't do that," John protests, when his cock twitches as Jon talks to it. "I cannot believe you. Come here, I have fruit." He picks up a strawberry for Jon so that it's not a lie.

"Mmmm okay," Jon grins, slithering up John's body and moaning as his dick brushes John's thigh. He bites the strawberry and snuggles as he eats, the vibrator making him super-sensitive everywhere.

John kisses Jon's throat, nuzzling the muscles as they work when he swallows. "You taste better than the berries."

"I am a bona fide fruit," Jon points out, reaching for cake with his fingers, not caring when they get all frosting-y. "Chocolate. Open."

"Skipping ahead?" John takes the time to lick the frosting from Jon's fingers one by one. "I can be good, I've been known to wait for hours."

"Because you want to or because Kerri's making you?" Jon asks, following John's tongue with his eyes. "You're the one who wanted to hurry up and come."

"Both, sometimes. Mostly for Kerri," John eyefucks Jon mercilessly. "And I was just venting. We don't have to hurry. It'll be sweeter if we don't."

"Okay," Jon grins, pushing into another kiss. "You're so hot. You and your gorgeously lickable wife."

"Isn't she the best? She told me to kiss you a bunch for her," John laughs. "She wants you to come have lunch with her when I go back to Canada. I think she might've meant naked lunch."

"Definitely," Jon smiles, feeding John more cake. "Or I can cook for her. I need her help with wedding stuff, too."

"What, she doesn't get the grilled cheese finger treatment?" John offers a sandwich stick, biting off half. If they're going to make this last, may as well enjoy. "Though she wouldn't wear a big purple buttplug."

"I don't think that's her style, no," Jon giggles, nibbling on the sandwich. "She likes to be the one putting it in."

"And putting it in, and putting it in," John licks Jon's shoulder, because he can. "Is it weird that my wife fucks me just as often as I fuck her?"

"I don't know, she's your domme, some people would think it's weird that you fuck her as often as she fucks you," Jon points out, tipping his head to the side. "But I think it's hot."

"Yeah, but you know, we both like it," John grabs a piece of melon and offers it to Jon to eat while he nibbles on Jon's skin. "And we're not 24/7 in role, either, so sometimes she's just Kerri, not ma'am."

"Oh. I didn't know that,' Jon smiles, chewing the melon and then eyeing John. "I haven't had any cake," he pouts, opening his mouth expectantly.

"Ready for dessert? Already?" But John offers up a big, decadent mouthful, covered in lots of frosting that he dots onto Jon's nose. "Oops." He smiles.

Jon laughs and chews what he can, then rubs his nose on John's cheek and licks it. "Oops."

"You've ruined my licking intentions!" John pouts.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Jon frowns.

"Oh no, not that face," John kisses him softly. "None of that."

Jon smiles and rubs their lips together. "Okay. But you can lick me anyway."

"Like this?" John bites into a juicy strawberry and draws a heart with it on Jon's chest, then slowly licks away the juice. "I like this!"

Jon giggles at the swipe of tongue over his chest, wiggling against the cushions some more. "Mmmmm. John, I'm all horny."

"I know, I can tell," John laughs, kissing Jon's nipple, teasing it with his tongue. "You're hot all over. I bet your cock is aching, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Jon moans. "Good ache, but... I want to come," he admits.

"Me too," John gruffs against Jon's skin. "Should we wait? Or should we give in, then turn off the plugs and wait and try for round two in a while?" He's not ready for this afternoon to be over. He's missed Jon too much. Damn far away Canada. Damn enjoyable career.

"Yeah, let's do that," Jon agrees quickly, even though the whole waiting thing was his idea. "And we can snuggle until round two."

"Mmm good," John grabs more cake, offering the bite. "Any preferences for how I make you come? Because I really kinda want to paint you with frosting, lick you clean, and then suck you off."

"Dirty," Jon gasps, eating from John's fingers. Of course, John knows how he feels about dirty.

"So dirty," John agrees, swirling frosting over Jon's cock, making sure that there's more in all the right places, those sensitive places. "So very dirty and delicious."

"Feels funny," Jon giggles. "Lick me?"

"I can do that," John assures him, and he does, and that opens the floodgates for him. The time for playing around is immediately over and he's set to the serious work of making Jon feel as good as he knows how, tongue passing wetly and lavishly over hot, reddened, sticky-sweet skin.

"Ohh," Jon moans. "Yes, licking is good. Good licking."

John doesn't answer, though he maybe chuckles as he draws the crown of Jon's cock between his lips and trails fingers down to tease around the edges of the buzzing plug.

"Ungh, John," Jon groans, his hips stuttering in tiny movements. It doesn't take long for him to start coming in John's mouth, not after all the stimulation.

John holds his hips, swallowing hard around him, not planning on letting up until Jon begs. He needs this, he realizes. He's needed this time to just let go and have fun, no strictures, just doing what feels good. With Jon.

"Well fuck," Jon giggles, reaching back to flip the switch off but not bothering to take it out before he wiggles down to John's level for a hard kiss, holding his cock.

"Mmm, gimme a squeeze or you're gonna send me right over with all that laughing," John warns, the combination of Jon's body shaking and the plug already a threat. "That was pretty fucking spectacular, I gotta say. Though you'd probably taste better with caramel than chocolate."

"I want to make you come," Jon shrugs, massaging his cock and kissing his mouth. "I thought caramel was the flavor Kerri likes. You, too?"

"Me too, especially with," John groans, and lets his head fall back for a second. "Mm, good. Especially with something salty."

"Mmmmm salty. Like semen," Jon giggles. "Come on my hand, baby, I want you to come on my hand so I can smear it on my face," he purrs, exploiting their shared weakness.

"Not right on your face?" John can hold on long enough for Jon to decide. If he does it fast.

"Nah. Like this," Jon decides. "I'm thinking outside the box. C'mon."

"Yeah," John nods, and rocks his hips, getting Jon's hands just so and then it's over, and he's over, filling Jon's hand as his body jerks against the pillows.

"Mmmmmm," Jon grins, lifting his very messy hand up to his face and nuzzling into his palm like a cat.

"Fuck," John groans, trying to catch his breath and turn off the plug and watch Jon all at once. "Fuck yeah."

"Come here," Jon demands, smearing his hand between their faces, licking and nuzzling.

"Oh," John surges against Jon, kissing him fiercely, touching his face with something akin to reverence, always blown away with the way Jon's just so fiercely into the things that push the good buttons.

"Mmmm, yeah," Jon mumbles in between kisses, licking and then returning to John's mouth every few licks, needing to keep kissing him.

John just holds him tight, kissing as he can, touching easily, easing them both down to relax completely into the nest of pillows. "Gonna smuggle you to Canada..."

"Smuggle me to Canada?" Jon giggles, snuggling in and feeling so warm and surrounded that he lets out an almost cat-like purr. "How about snuggle me to Canada?"

"I don't know how that would work, but we can try," John promises. "We can try our best."