[ Vincent's seen that ass shake its stuff all over Night City, begging for attention. Since it couldn't be seen by anyone but Vincent Johnny went out of his way to showcase it in increasingly maddening ways, trying his best to get under the driver's skin—did he really need to sashay while crossing the street, purposely hitting every single bar on the pavement to shake those leather-tight cheeks? ]
Don't you fuckin' rush me. [ On instinct Vincent dashes forward, pressing Johnny against a stony pillar until those leather pants squeak. He sinks one hand into those feathery black locks, pulling gently at first, but then harder. ] You, lecturin' me about yapping? [ He grinds his groin against Johnny's, leering into the rockerboy's eyes, circling it with his hips. Yeah, fuck you gonna do about it, samurai? ] You shut the fuck up. [ No mercy this time, no sweet lovers shit like at the konbini. Just his tongue shoved into Johnny's mouth, kissing roughly, other hand holding his chin in place so he can't escape.
Months of this shit. Sick to death of it.
(And if this was the whole point, to rile him up to make a move, well? He could never not give Johnny exactly what he wanted.) ]
CW: Sexual content (we back to horny on main)
Don't you fuckin' rush me. [ On instinct Vincent dashes forward, pressing Johnny against a stony pillar until those leather pants squeak. He sinks one hand into those feathery black locks, pulling gently at first, but then harder. ] You, lecturin' me about yapping? [ He grinds his groin against Johnny's, leering into the rockerboy's eyes, circling it with his hips. Yeah, fuck you gonna do about it, samurai? ] You shut the fuck up. [ No mercy this time, no sweet lovers shit like at the konbini. Just his tongue shoved into Johnny's mouth, kissing roughly, other hand holding his chin in place so he can't escape.
Months of this shit. Sick to death of it.
(And if this was the whole point, to rile him up to make a move, well? He could never not give Johnny exactly what he wanted.) ]