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John liked fucking Ares when they were making time in the same city.
Ares was straightforward in bed, a little greedy, and liked his hands. Their eyes lingered on his fingers whenever he spoke to them, with just enough rudeness to make it intentional. They followed his hands, his fingers curling into words just as short and sharp as he would speak, with the occasional glance up at his mouth.
That was okay. John didn’t care if people looked at his face. He’d rather they didn’t, most of the time.
Ares looked at his face when they fucked, though, since almost no one would close their eyes when John had his hands on them. They’d look right at him as they bit his lips through kisses, hissing against his neck when he touched them just right. His hands were busy, three fingers deep inside their cunt, thumb pressed to the side of their clit in a way which was making them gasp noiselessly and rock into his hands.
He didn’t have enough time before the job he was doing for Santino for anything more complicated, at least not anything which Ares was into. They liked his hands, though, so he hadn’t bothered to get undressed. Ares was wearing a tank top and some of their knives, while John hadn’t bothered to do anything more than toe off his shoes and sling his suit jacket over the back of a chair. He had removed his tie and drapped it over his jacket, since strangulation was temptation in a fight, but stupidity to make it easy in the bedroom.
John held himself over them, knees between their bared legs to spread them wide, one hand braced beside their head.
The only place they touched now was his hand in their cunt.
John’s cock was hard, distorting even the best tailor’s efforts to create a smooth line. He didn’t care, just feeling the ache as he focused on how Ares smelt sharp and delicious, and the way their eyes flashed when they were close to coming again, threatening him if he dared to stop.
John was good with his hands. He thrust and curled his fingers to a soundless beat, chasing every silent gasp Ares let out.
Ares turned their face to the side, watching the flex of his fingers spread wide on the hand braced beside their head, their mouth open just enough that anyone else might be panting or whining or begging.
Their cunt clenched down around his fingers, and John watched Ares body tighten and release and sink into his hands again. Beautiful.
Ares looked at his face then, wetting their lips with the tip of their tongue.
Thanks, Ares signed lazily with their non-dominant hand.
Any time, John replied, with the hand glistening with the scent of them, their slick running down the curve of his thumb to soak into his shirt cuff.
John adjusted his cock just a little to settle his trousers. It would go soft soon enough.
See you later, Ares signed. John nodded, and let himself out of their room.
John’s hands were going to get Ares’ scent all over his guns tonight, and he didn’t mind having to kill when he was riding the edge of unsatisfied.