[ taking a second to lick over his lips just a bit, he huffs a laugh at the demand from the other but obliges as he lazily crawls his way up the other. nosing at him, he kisses him. slow. languid. just taking his time there. wanting to savor this moment for just a little longer. ]
[Jason's head feels mushy in the nicest kind of way. He smiles lazily as John crawls up his body and he doesn't waste any time, leaning up to press a slow, deep kiss to kiss lips. He licks into John's mouth, tasting himself everywhere and god, does he love it.]
So fucking hot. Love you.
[He says between kisses, then goes in for another one, just as deep and slow, not wanting to give this moment up for anything. He's so lost in these kisses, in John. How'd he get this lucky?]
Wanna fuck me, baby? ...Or do you wanna eat?
[His tone is slightly teasing, the same as John's was earlier.]
[ someone wanting to do anything right for him is not a thing he's used to. funny how it takes some supposed screw up like himself to even give a shit to do that. maybe they really are good for each other, despite how similar they are. ]
[ Jason knows that feeling well, but maybe that really is why they work so well. They're good for each other, when no one else in the world really is, or even bothers to give a shit.
He gives an insane amount of shit about John. Even if they stayed mad at each other today he would've cooked for them, but it's better this way. ]
Like... turkey, mashed potatoes, and sweet potatoes. The uh... one of the people I used to live with- Alfred. I only spent one Thanksgiving with them, but he made this amazing sweet potato thing and I wanted to make it for you too. Maybe some pie, too? Do you like pie?
not as bad as it was but taking tomorrow off just in case smh
[ shifting some, he comes to flop down beside the other there on the bed, tucking an arm behind his head as he does. ]
I mean... pretty much anything's fine with me. Not like this holiday shit has much meaning to me anyways, you know? No traditions or anything on my end.
Nah, not too basic. I was hoping you'd say that...I got a bunch of apple pie filling.
[Jason doesn't mind that their hot and steamy sexy time has turned into talk about food. He wanted to get John off too, but this is what they're doing now and he's fine with that.]
Doesn't have any meaning to me either. I really have only done it once. But... I want one with you. Is that stupid?
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You're fuckin' hot, you know that?
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[Jason's head feels mushy in the nicest kind of way. He smiles lazily as John crawls up his body and he doesn't waste any time, leaning up to press a slow, deep kiss to kiss lips. He licks into John's mouth, tasting himself everywhere and god, does he love it.]
So fucking hot. Love you.
[He says between kisses, then goes in for another one, just as deep and slow, not wanting to give this moment up for anything. He's so lost in these kisses, in John. How'd he get this lucky?]
Wanna fuck me, baby? ...Or do you wanna eat?
[His tone is slightly teasing, the same as John's was earlier.]
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[ he smiles against jason's lips, nosing at him for a moment before he's stealing a sweet kiss from him. ]
You know I don't need anything fancy.
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[He smiles as well, leaning into each and every kiss.]
I wanted to do it right, you know?
sorry been sleeping all day with a migraine 🙃
Make more like what?
[ because now he's a little interested. ]
Oh no, are you feeling any better now?
He gives an insane amount of shit about John. Even if they stayed mad at each other today he would've cooked for them, but it's better this way. ]
Like... turkey, mashed potatoes, and sweet potatoes. The uh... one of the people I used to live with- Alfred. I only spent one Thanksgiving with them, but he made this amazing sweet potato thing and I wanted to make it for you too. Maybe some pie, too? Do you like pie?
not as bad as it was but taking tomorrow off just in case smh
You know how make all that?
[ he's not trying to call his bluff, just. well. he sure as hell can't make any of that, so. it's a little impressive. ]
And I mean, yeah. Who doesn't like pie?
Good idea. I hope you feel better soon. That shit is such a bitch <333
...I'm gonna try? Hey, come on. I cook for you! It's not bad, right? I figure it out like 99% of the time.
[There's stuff he remembers, stuff he doesn't. He's a fast learner though.]
I did my research. It'll be great. What kinda pie do you like?
it really is ❤️
[ shifting some, he comes to flop down beside the other there on the bed, tucking an arm behind his head as he does. ]
I mean... pretty much anything's fine with me. Not like this holiday shit has much meaning to me anyways, you know? No traditions or anything on my end.
❤️
[Jason doesn't mind that their hot and steamy sexy time has turned into talk about food. He wanted to get John off too, but this is what they're doing now and he's fine with that.]
Doesn't have any meaning to me either. I really have only done it once. But... I want one with you. Is that stupid?