[ There were a hundred tells that Johnny Silverhand wasn't as straight as he thought he was, but Vincent thought letting him continue to live in the delusion both hilarious and what he deserved. He wasn't in the mood to work the guy who told him to put a bullet through his brain in their first meeting through a sexuality breakthrough. Neither of them thought much of each other at the start, clearly.
Funny where things end up. ] I'll keep doin' it then. [ Vincent clumsily knocks their noses together in a desire to answer that kiss, grinning for a split second before Johnny presses his lips to his, distracts him, takes his breath away. ]
God, Johnny, you are... [ Is it a smart idea to feed the ego of a man who's ego has been fed by the entire world? But everyone else doesn't get to see Johnny Silverhand like this—sweat on his brow, muscles tight in effort, brown eyes honey gold, shimmering with light. ] ...the most beautiful man in this fuckin' universe. [ Yeah, pretty fucking stupid. But he means every word of it, utterly smitten with the man about to ride him, throat choked with emotion. ]
Johnny, fuck! [ Divine. That's all that comes to mind. Of course the rockerboy had to drag it out, bratty as always, but that only made it all the more intense once he bottoms out. The way Johnny twitches, clenching and unclenching...
Alright, so love did make sex better. A truly undignified noise leaves Vincent’s lips, a small part of him embarrassed by how dizzy with pleasure this leaves him. Time and death itself—twice if he's being technical, innumerable if he counts all the close calls—kept them from each other for too damn long.
But the harder the battle, the sweeter the prize. ] Johnny. [ His voice quivers. Vincent closes his eyes, honing in on all the sensations, on Johnny against, around, inside him. Everywhere, an all-consuming presence that overwhelmed his senses, the closest he's come to slotting the Relic back in.
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Funny where things end up. ] I'll keep doin' it then. [ Vincent clumsily knocks their noses together in a desire to answer that kiss, grinning for a split second before Johnny presses his lips to his, distracts him, takes his breath away. ]
God, Johnny, you are... [ Is it a smart idea to feed the ego of a man who's ego has been fed by the entire world? But everyone else doesn't get to see Johnny Silverhand like this—sweat on his brow, muscles tight in effort, brown eyes honey gold, shimmering with light. ] ...the most beautiful man in this fuckin' universe. [ Yeah, pretty fucking stupid. But he means every word of it, utterly smitten with the man about to ride him, throat choked with emotion. ]
Johnny, fuck! [ Divine. That's all that comes to mind. Of course the rockerboy had to drag it out, bratty as always, but that only made it all the more intense once he bottoms out. The way Johnny twitches, clenching and unclenching...
Alright, so love did make sex better. A truly undignified noise leaves Vincent’s lips, a small part of him embarrassed by how dizzy with pleasure this leaves him. Time and death itself—twice if he's being technical, innumerable if he counts all the close calls—kept them from each other for too damn long.
But the harder the battle, the sweeter the prize. ] Johnny. [ His voice quivers. Vincent closes his eyes, honing in on all the sensations, on Johnny against, around, inside him. Everywhere, an all-consuming presence that overwhelmed his senses, the closest he's come to slotting the Relic back in.
It feels like coming home.
Welcome back, samurai.
Amen.
He chortles. ] I'm not going to fuckin' last.