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John's answer is a soft smile against his thigh and a kiss to his hip bone. He is going to nuzzle and kiss his way back up, dipping up to kiss Oscar's mouth sweetly.

"I couldn't help myself," he says so fondly. "You were so warm and sweet. I don't want to take my hands off of you."

He smiled back, his expression warm and soft. He was pretty sure he could taste a little of himself on John's mouth, but he ignored it.

That would be something to explore later, because he loved kissing John way too much to miss out on it.

"Well, I'm not saying no. I'm just- never practiced. I don't have...stamina." Gently, he made to kiss John on the nose. "I'm just...well. I'll have to work on it. With plenty of your help, of course. If-if you don't mind."

Guess they were going to do this more now. Whoops.

He shakes his head. That's a simple enough answer.

"I'd be more than happy to help with that."

He leans up for another little kiss.

"But you're doing just fine. You're wonderful, just like this." He lets his head drop, nuzzle against Oscar's belly. "Or are you thinking about what it'd be like to make love to me. To press inside of me and feel the tight squeeze is my muscles around your length. Watch my eyes light up as you press in."

He offered a soft contented hum, letting his hand move to stroke over John's hair, soft and affectionate.

He had been about to say something that he thought John would say was goofy and sweet when it had to say that. Oscar sputtered, and made to draw his hand up to rub his face, cheeks flaming.

"I wasn't, but now I am." He laughed, embarrassed. "It sounds like you've been thinking of that all week."

That earns him a low chuckle and a few more kisses pressed against his skin on the way up his neck to his jaw.

"I like thinking about making you happy. About you feeling good and discovering new things to be joyful about. I know giving me pleasure like that would make you feel very good." A quicker little kiss. "So I want to see it."

His voice drops lower.

"Especially since I get the feeling that once you start, you'll be very... focused."

It sounds like he finds that appealing.

"You also give me pleasure by sitting with me, and talking recipes, and simply...being. But...I understand what you're saying. I like making you happy too."

A little soft kiss. A nuzzle, nose to nose, to nose against his lips. Though that was...

He shivered, and reached up to stroke a hand over John's hair.

"I can be...very...focused, when I want to get something done." His voice lowered, and he kissed John on the cheek. "And I do...want to see you extremely happy. Perhaps even...blissful? If possible?"

John nods, and turns into the kiss to press his own against Oscar's lips. He nuzzles up for another one right after.

"I definitely think you'll make me blissful. And I think you'll enjoy that."

He kisses him once more before laying his head against Oscar's shoulder.

"We never have to do any of this any time. You know that, right? All those things you mentioned: they all make me very happy. Being with you makes me happy. Cooking with you. Being a cat on your shoulder. Simply being in the room with you. You make me happy by existing and being there. This is just one thing we can do together."

He turns to kiss him again.

"And I'm honored you let me show it to you. Because I do like doing this with you."

And those molten golden eyes will flicker with a glow for a moment before he lowers them a little and there's a dark, syrupy texture to his voice as he continues in a murmur against Oscar's lips.

"I also think I'll like your focus very much."

Oh, that was nice. He smiled, nuzzling him right back, his hand dropping to gently rub at John's upper back.

"I know. This is something I decided to do, because I wanted to do this with you. And this is...just...a way that we can express our affection for one another. A more physical way that feels like we're connecting, like and not like...when we're in the same room. It's...more."

He shivered at that dark, smooth voice going into his ears, the vibration of words against his lips.

His hand moved up to stroke John on the cheek. "It feels right, with you." He murmured back, kissing him. He let it linger for a few moments before pulling back just...a little. Murmuring against John's lips. "I'd love to just focus all my attention, all on you."

He could be...a little intense, with his focus.

Oscar will get to see it, feel it, the way that focus itself, and Oscar's mention of it, the way those words breathed right into him past his lips, effect him. How the sigils on his skin light up bright, like lines of gold. How something in him seems to turn on; there's no questioning that Oscar did that. That this isn't just John encouraging him: something at his core, something deep inside and intrinsic to him, bloomed from that attention.

John feels himself lean down, lean against Oscar, and he kisses him firmly on the lips, drinking in the taste of that focus, of that devotion. That is... rapturous. Perfect. Beautiful. And he wants Oscar to know how much he enjoys it, how much he appreciates it. He breathes in deep and breathes out slow and presses a few more kisses along his jaw.

"I have... a thought... for letting you focus on me. Would you like to see?"

It was like seeing the light of dawn, wondrous and beautiful, light John up. It's flattering, but mostly Oscar is pleased that John has taken those words to heart.

That he knows his devotion and affection are sincere. Not that he has quite realized that this could be considered worship.

"Mm?" He was distracted, understandly so, as he rubbed John idly on the back. His head was tilted backwards as he offered more neck. "Oh...yes. please. I'd like to see it."

He'll feel it as it happens, how the back under his hands becomes shorter, smoother, and more narrow. How the lips kissing him become a little more full, and there's a weight now pressing between their chests as John kisses him, the golden hair turning dark though still shot through with strands of gold and shortening up into wavy curls.

The voice, when John speaks, is softer, brighter, but still very much John's. And there's no mistaking the golden eyes. The changes are obvious, very obvious, but at the same time, there is something that is so clearly John regardless. Something to the body on top of him, the form, that's still, unquestionably, the same person.

Oh. It was smooth, like a ripple over water. Or like...a blanket lifting and settling into another shape. Though Oscar felt a moment of uncertainty when he felt the difference under his hand.

But it was John. He felt that, even as he felt the weight difference against his chest.

Slowly, carefully, his fingers ran over John's back.

"Did you...is this...you have breasts?" Those felt very nice, actually. And extremely, pleasantly distracting.

John smiles against his lips, arching up to his touch before nodding.

"I do, yes," and that comes with a little smile, eyes shining brightly before she pecks a kiss on Oscar's lips, "and I thought, with a form you haven't really seen, you can take some time to... explore. Focus on me the way you want to. Touch. Kiss. Hold."

John leans in, leans down, pressing a little so they can murmur gently against the shell of his ear.

"Let you press inside of me like this. Make it simpler."

Oh, she arched. That was lovely. And the way she murmured into his ear...

Oscar shivered, and let his hand press on the small of her back.

"I suppose," he murmured, "you'll be able to feel me inside you faster." Greedy John.

He smiled, letting his hand slowly stroke over John's back. "You'll tell me if it's too...teasing...?"

That first comment gets a nod; yes, very greedy. Just because they can be patient doesn't mean they want to be. And Oscar might have just touched upon something of a very good (emotional) spot.

But the concern has her leaning down, nodding again and kissing him a little more slow, a touch more sweet.

"I'm sure you've noticed I'm pretty... vocal. I like talking. And I like telling you what I want. I know you're listening."

Listening and that it matters.

To be fair, Oscar felt all revved up. And, well, the sexual desire helped get in the way of any shock he felt in the transformation. He would have been, perhaps, more cautious.

But the weight against his body, the realness...

Oscar didn't hesitate to give John a kiss back, and a little squeeze. He needed to give John more squeezes, he realized.

"I like knowing what you want. And I like knowing...when I give you pleasure." He kissed her jaw, and took a moment to bury his face against his neck. His voice came out in a murmur.

"It's extremely difficult to focus on anything else with you, here, looking as beautiful as you always do."

"Good."

A touch possessive, perhaps, and not so much wanton as wanting; she doesn't know how to take being 'beautiful' but she very much enjoys the idea that Oscar wants to focus on nothing else but them. One hand, a little smaller, pets the back of his head, through his curls, silently appreciative of it, of him. If they are to be beautiful, then Oscar must know that he is precious. That he is wanted in every way that a being can be wanted. That he is more than worthy of being wanted, by anyone.

"Whatever you want: touch, kiss, experiment. I trust you, Oscar." A little softer. "And I want your hands, your mouth, your eyes, your body... as much as you will gift me with."

His laugh was soft against their skin. Possessive? He didn't mind it in the least. Being with John felt safe. Moreover, he felt wanted for himself.

And while the hand was smaller, it was still John's, still giving him those reassuring pets.

"In that case...we're going to be here for awhile." His smile was a touch rueful as he kissed John on the neck, stroking down over their back, gently touching the curve of her ass.

"I only have one hand and a lot of touching to do."

That earns him an enthusiastic nod and another kiss as she settles back against the bed and tugs him after her, against her, partially on top of her. When did they get to the bed? Somewhen. Somewhen when they needed to. It's so much easier when the world is just two bodies, after all.

"Please, Oscar."

Take your time. Touch.

Oscar found himself tugged and was surprised, taking a moment to glance around and see the bed. Well...guess this way no one was going to see his butt in the air.

Even if the couch was nice.

"Yes." He took her hand, turning it to kiss her palm. Lingered, taking in John's scent, closing his eyes.

And slowly moved to start kissing his way uo John's arm, up to one well sculped shoulder, to tentatively- shyly even- cup their breast in his hand.

He had to use his hips and other arm for balance but- thankfully, he had a general idea of how to.

He just didn't realize where the hip press might, well...press.

She did. And she doesn't mind one bit. It feels nice to slide her thigh against his, though she's going to release a hand to push his clothing away with more need now, a happy little crow when she gets a piece free to toss it off the bed. The hand on her breast gets a soft hiss and he'll feel the little nub harden against his finger almost like magic. Once she can, her hand is going in his hair, coaxing and running her fingertips over his scalp.

"Oscar," is a sound, a breath. Not quite a moan. Not yet.

His thigh felt so...thick, and felt as if the hairs were dragging against her skin. He still laughed when John managed to whip his boxers off and get his shirt to fly...somewhere. He didn't care where just yet.

"Been keeping you waitin'." He commented, grinning as he kissed his way down her sternum, to her breast, where he paused. He breathed over her skin, before offering an open mouthed kiss to the nub. His hand moved, gently massaging the other with his fingers.

He wanted to hear his name called like that again.

She hums happily as she nods in response, savoring that grin on his face, the laughter- happiness! Oscar should be happy more often. Should be smug more often. She has a very firm conviction he will be smug soon enough, especially when her thighs tighten and a soft little gasp slips out in the shape of his name, not the same, perhaps, but with the same hunger. Once her mouth is closed, she bites her lip to keep her breathing steady from the touches.

Oscar needs to be smug so often- it's a very rare thing. But he's very pleased and happy, enjoying the taste of her skin.

So much so, his hips shifted, offering a gentle rock against her body as his tongue flicked against her nipple, his hand offering a firm squeeze.

Who knew that John could taste so...good.

Her own hips rock against him in reply, back arching in a little hitch at the tongue on such a sensitive spot. The air right after, cool on damp skin, feels good and do does his hand; he might feel how the muscles against him flex in response. Her eyes are closed, fluttering a little from the sensations, and now that he's not tasting her lips, she doesn't mind speaking a little.

"Fuck," like a long slow stretch, each letter languid, "I want you inside me. I like the way your hands feel. They're strong: good steady fingers, callouses on the pads- I like that. I like how they feel when it's sensitive." A little more breathless. "I like your mouth too. The stubble. I think if you used your mouth there, if I could feel it against my thighs- I'd melt apart."

A soft sigh offered to the sky.

"But I still think I want you inside me more, Oscar. You feel so good."

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