[John has no idea what to do with someone else's tongue in his mouth but common sense dictates he not bite down. He does nothing for a while before he realises how unsexy it must be to just lie there with his mouth open like a corpse or something, and then his tongue starts to nudge back.
When his hand accidentally bumps against Kavinsky's he almost breaks his kiss pulling his hand back, an abrupt movement in an otherwise slow burn of exploration and experimentation.
His legs shift, fidgeting restlessly before he commits more to fingering Proko with his thumb, just shallow dips and rubs for now. All his hangups about weird noises and sticky sensations get dulled in the drug-induced haze.]
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When his hand accidentally bumps against Kavinsky's he almost breaks his kiss pulling his hand back, an abrupt movement in an otherwise slow burn of exploration and experimentation.
His legs shift, fidgeting restlessly before he commits more to fingering Proko with his thumb, just shallow dips and rubs for now. All his hangups about weird noises and sticky sensations get dulled in the drug-induced haze.]