[John is looking at him. In and of itself, that's not unusual, because John looks at his face all the time, even tries to read it the way he's reading it now. But somehow, it feels entirely different in this moment, with what Rodney had asked and John had replied, because Rodney knows that when John's green eyes are searching his face, they're looking for places to kiss.
And then suddenly John isn't just looking anymore, he's leaning in to press his mouth against Rodney's cheeks and the corner of his mouth, his ear, his neck, breathing out a soft 'here' at every location. Rodney's face screws up out of some complicated emotion somewhere between excitement and horror and shock and enjoyment. He makes a soft noise in his throat when John scrapes his teeth against his throat, and lifts his hands, pressing them against John's chest, but not exactly pushing him away.]
John...
[It's somewhere between enticement and rebuke, but there's no heat in it at all.]
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And then suddenly John isn't just looking anymore, he's leaning in to press his mouth against Rodney's cheeks and the corner of his mouth, his ear, his neck, breathing out a soft 'here' at every location. Rodney's face screws up out of some complicated emotion somewhere between excitement and horror and shock and enjoyment. He makes a soft noise in his throat when John scrapes his teeth against his throat, and lifts his hands, pressing them against John's chest, but not exactly pushing him away.]
John...
[It's somewhere between enticement and rebuke, but there's no heat in it at all.]