Oscar started laughing, a breathless noise, that changed into a moan once John ground against him.
He went quiet, grinding against him, reaching to hold onto John as he bounced on top of him- that was until he came, the sudden climaxing making him gasp.
That will happen... a few more times. John isn't terribly bothered about 'time' and he's getting to be very enamored of how Oscar looks when he comes, the way his heart flips when John kisses him or calls him y'maea or touches him tenderly. By the time John comes in him, during the last time, he wraps all around Oscar and knows in his heart that his sweet priest needs rest and, once he wakes up, food and water. For now, though, he'll kiss him a few more times, enjoying the warmth of the water before he gets down to the business of actually cleaning them up and washing them off so no one would know any better that Oscar had spent the last few hours here with him doing this. By the time he's done, Oscar is in pajama bottoms, curled up in his bed, and John is curled behind him in roughly the same outfit.
He'll be here until Oscar wakes up, holding him like the most precious thing and should he shift in an unpleasant dream, kiss and nuzzle him through it until he's passed into something else. He can't help but keep his nose happily buried in the sweet, dark curls that smell like the bath oils, breathing him in, holding him, loving him until he wakes.
It was a good, long time. John was attentive, kind, and tender, and Oscar was spent and shaking from the weight of all of his attention. It had been wonderful, all of the attention, though...goodness, does he need rest.
John had to do most of the cleaning up, though Oscar tried to give him sleepy kisses. It felt like almost a dream how they're in the bath, then the bed, and cuddled in the warmth of each other.
Oscar did have a few bad dreams. They did not become full on night terrors, thanks to John.
He didn't know how long he slept, but he felt...soft. Comfortable. Tender in places, even sore, but not minding it in the least.
"...is it morning sweetheart?" His voice was sleepy. But he felt very, pleasantly content, tangled up in John's arms.
"Oh." He considered that for a few moments, before turning to cup John's face.
"I think...it's going to take me awhile to adjust how relationships are on the Barge. There may be more fussing." But he still made to give John a kiss.
And of course, that gets him a sweet kiss back. John gets all the kisses.
"I'd like to learn a little more about it, sometime." He was serious about it. "But it's hard to have a serious conversation when...I'm feeling what we did last night."
He didn't regret it at all. But also? John was shirtless. And he was shirtless. It was incredibly distracting.
John will watch him from the bed, smiling faintly at Oscar's wobbly legs, but he'll take a moment to reach over and gently pet the base of his back fondly.
"We are very... intense. It doesn't always have to be like that." But his tone says he doesn't regret it one bit.
He made a soft sound, and reached up to stroke his cheek, smiling. It made him feel- so much more at ease in his skin.
Though also, kisses were wonderful.
"I think it was the right idea to come here. Though- I don't think I've seen my influence yet." He wasn't sad about it, just matter of fact. "I'm too close to see."
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"You are... so lovely, Oscar. So sweet." A soft chuckle. "I'll stop asking questions. You just... enjoy. Feel every moment."
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"You're just being sweet and attentive John. Like always." His smile when he looked back was warm, soft, his eyes hazy from sex.
"I plan on making a right mess. I hope you enjoy." And he gave him a little kiss on the nose.
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"I should hope you do. That's one of the nice things about having fun in the bathtub."
And he'll lean up, grinding teasingly against that spot as he nibbles on Oscar's neck.
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He went quiet, grinding against him, reaching to hold onto John as he bounced on top of him- that was until he came, the sudden climaxing making him gasp.
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He'll be here until Oscar wakes up, holding him like the most precious thing and should he shift in an unpleasant dream, kiss and nuzzle him through it until he's passed into something else. He can't help but keep his nose happily buried in the sweet, dark curls that smell like the bath oils, breathing him in, holding him, loving him until he wakes.
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John had to do most of the cleaning up, though Oscar tried to give him sleepy kisses. It felt like almost a dream how they're in the bath, then the bed, and cuddled in the warmth of each other.
Oscar did have a few bad dreams. They did not become full on night terrors, thanks to John.
He didn't know how long he slept, but he felt...soft. Comfortable. Tender in places, even sore, but not minding it in the least.
"...is it morning sweetheart?" His voice was sleepy. But he felt very, pleasantly content, tangled up in John's arms.
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"It is. You were sleeping so sweetly."
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"Your...roommate isn't mad?" Just to make sure he had an apology ready. He thought he smelled coffee.
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He chuckles a little.
"She was happy to see me so happy."
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"I think...it's going to take me awhile to adjust how relationships are on the Barge. There may be more fussing." But he still made to give John a kiss.
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"I wouldn't say that's every relationship. But this is our relationship. Mine and hers. It's something we both feel is right."
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"I'd like to learn a little more about it, sometime." He was serious about it. "But it's hard to have a serious conversation when...I'm feeling what we did last night."
He didn't regret it at all. But also? John was shirtless. And he was shirtless. It was incredibly distracting.
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"You're very distracting," is what he says before nuzzling his nose happily.
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"So are you." His voice was just- happy. And distracted as he stole more kisses. "We should...get up though."
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He made to stand up- and found himself sitting again. Huh.
"...Let's try that again. " He muttered, before making to stand again.
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"We are very... intense. It doesn't always have to be like that." But his tone says he doesn't regret it one bit.
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His amusement grew. "You can't carry me everywhere on the Barge. You're busy."
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He slips a little closer and presses a few kisses along Oscar's shoulders from behind.
"And so are you. Lots of people have already come to look to you. I think this place is good for you in lots of ways."
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He made a soft sound, and reached up to stroke his cheek, smiling. It made him feel- so much more at ease in his skin.
Though also, kisses were wonderful.
"I think it was the right idea to come here. Though- I don't think I've seen my influence yet." He wasn't sad about it, just matter of fact. "I'm too close to see."
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"I'm glad I got to meet you and know you. I'm sorry I didn't get to before."
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"But we can get to know each other now. So, we'll make out- er, make up- for lost time."
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"We can do both."
He reaches around to give Oscar a full-armed hug.
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And a light peck on the lips of course.
"Then we will."
Maybe even at the same time. But he doubted it because...focus.
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"...need help finding your pants?"
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