Smiity loved John, he knew that. His friends knew that. Heck, even though they played it off as a joke, the internet knew that.
He loved John's messy hair in the morning. He loved his soft, slightly monotone voice that almost never reached his mic during recordings because the older man would never sit close enough to it.
He loved his multicolored grey eyes, never fully open but still so full of life. He loved his sense of fashion, the eclectic colors and designs John made himself. He loved John's art, the shapes and colors mashing yet meshing so perfectly, a physical representation of John's mood or thoughts.
He loved that glow that grew in John's eyes when Smiity would purposely push him. He loved the smirk John would get as he leaned over him, pressing him against the wall.
He loved John's lips, hot and demanding as they traced Smiity's jaw. He loved the little breaths that would fall from those lips, hot against Smiity's skin.
And he loved John's hands. Soft, yet strong. Fingers long, nails usually painted random colors. His rings glinting in the light, cool against Smiity's skin with every touch.
They were soft and dainty while holding a paintbrush, yet firm and demanding when they held onto his hips. Soft and soothing when they brushed through his hair after a long day, steady and strong as he held Smiity close late into the night.
John had talented hands. Creative hands. Knowing hands.
Smiity could feel them tracing his skin, the younger man half asleep after yet another passionate night. Nails softly trailed down his arms, pads of his fingers following each light freckle along Smiity's back.
They trailed down his hip, drawing aimless designs on his skin. Smiity rolled over, humming softly as they trailed up his stomach and chest. A single finger traced his throat, moving up to his jaw.
Smiity shivered at the feather light touches, that finger moving to trace his bottom lip. Smiity opened his eyes, meeting the shadowed grey of John's. John smiled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to Smiity's mouth.
That hand never stopped its path, tracing Smiity's cheekbone and back down his jaw. They connected invisible dots along the pulse of Smiity's neck, the aimless trail raising bumps along the youngers skin.
John opened his mouth, Smiity following along without a thought. Their tongues met, twirling together in that familiar dance as John's hand trailed slowly down Smiity's chest.
A finger flicked a nipple, a shiver running down Smiity's spine at the sharp touch. Nails ran softly down his side and stomach, his body reacting once again.
Smiity reached up to grab John's bicep, rolling fully over to face his lover. John took that opportunity to trail his fingers along Smiity's hip and ass, rings cold against his skin.
Smiity hummed into the kiss, skin tingling from the gentle trails John was roaming. Those hands moved down to his thigh and knee, wrapping around the back of it and hiking it over John's hip.
John detached his lips from Smiity's and moved to mouth gently down his jaw and neck, his hands moving to grip the younger's hips tightly. He pulled Smiity tight against his chest, naked skin hot and flushed.
Smiity moaned softly as John rolled his hips forward, a hand moving to cup the small of his back and pull him even closer. He loved being complete putty to John's touches, willing to do anything for the man because he trusted him with all his heart.
John rolled to cage the younger under him, knees between Smiity's and those multicolored eyes dark as he gazed down at him. Smiity knew he was flushed, love and trust shining as he gazed back up at him.
John's face softened and he leaned down to kiss him again, resting his body against Smiity's. He wrapped his hand around Smiitys wrists, pinning them to the pillow above them.
Smiity wrapped his legs around John's waist, moaning softly into the kiss. John's free hand traveled down their bodies, sliding along Smiity's spread thighs so slide between them.
"Still open," Smiity whispered against John's lips and John hummed pleased, fingers moving instead to wrap around the younger's dick. Smiity moaned, head falling back at the touch.
John reached over to the dresser where the lube still laid, sitting back once he finally released Smiity's wrists. The Canadian kept his arms up though, knowing John loved seeing him like that.
The little smirk across John's lips as he coated his dick confirmed it, eyes trailing down Smiity's body. They lingered on the marks he'd left earlier, littered across his neck, collarbone and chest.
John nudged Smiity's knees further apart, leaning down to kiss him softly as he lined up and pushed slowly forward. Smiity moaned, the stretch burning but not horribly as the pleasure mixed with it.
John breathed a faint "Fuck" into Smiity's ear, breath hot against his skin. A hand wrapped around Smiity's wrists again, a single finger resting against the youngers palm.
"Move," Smiity whispered and John pulled back, thrusting forward a second later.
He kept a slow, smooth pace, lips attached to Smiity's neck as one hand held his hips. Smiity moaned, the noise nearly silent at the slow pace. John wrapped Smiity's knee over his elbow, changing the angle just right.
Smiity's head fell back, skin tingling as he felt the build up slowly trickle in. This was completely different from their usual, fast-paced movement. John took his time, body moving gracefully as he felt Smiity trembling under him.
Smiity met John's eyes, the grey dark and swirling with green highlights. John could read the desperation in Smiity's brown eyes, cheeks flushed prettily. John smiled slowly, shifting to pick the pace up.
Smiity moaned loudly, hands curled around John's fingers from where they were still held down. He tried to thrust up to get some friction, but John held his hip down tightly.
"John, please," Smiity whispered, pushing against John's hand. The older let go, moving his hand to wrap around Smiity's neck. John watched as goosebumps rose on Smiity's skin at the touch, his long fingers putting just the smallest bit of pressure on the younger's throat.
"Please what baby?" John asked softly, voice lowered as he licked a line from where his fingers sat to just under Smiity's ear. "More, please," Smiity whimpered, voice shaky.
John hummed, moving to pick up Smiity's legs again and sped his thrusts up. By he arching of Smiity's back, he knew he was hitting his prostate just right. He pulled Smiity's knee over his shoulder, his hand free once again to wrap around the younger's throat.
"I want you to come, just like this," John said, teeth gritted as he held his own back. Smiity's mouth was open, eyes squeezed shut as John put pressure on his pulse points. His head was blissfully floaty, his body thrumming with pleasure.
His orgasm built more and more, gasps, whimpers and cries falling from his lips. He tugged against John's hold on his hands, fingers grasping at nothing. His hips moved with John's thrusts, back arched pointlessly as he tried to get even a little friction on his neglected dick.
"John, John, John, oh fuck!" Smiity cried out, his body tensing hard as he was suddenly pushed over the edge, coming hard between them. His mind went blank, John finally letting go of his throat halfway through Smiity's orgasm. The sudden rush of blood back to his head mixed with the shots of pleasure going through his body had him floating away blissfully.
He felt John jerk, groaning low in Smiity's neck as he filled him. Smiity hummed absently, eyes closed as he went limp. John sat up a moment later, letting go of Smiity's arms and trailing his fingers across the man's cheek. Smiity pressed his face against John's palm, kissing it once.
John leaned down to touch his nose against Smiity's, forehead pressed against the youngers. Smiity hummed, tilting his chin a little to brush his lips lightly across the others.
John carefully pulled out, moving to lay next to him. He picked up the rag he'd tossed from before and gently wiped Smiity down, tossing it again before gathering his spent boyfriend close to his chest.
Smiity felt his fingers gently start tracing patters on his back, lips on his forehead. He smiled happily, sighing with his eyes closed.
"I love you," he whispered and John hugged him tighter for a moment, cheek against his hair. "I love you," John whispered back and Smiity smiled again, his cheek against John's collarbone.
There was a lot he loved about John, but nothing as much as his heart.
Super short lmao but I got to talking to someone on ao3 about John and yeah, this came out of it. I do hope you liked it! Sweet and sensory. I will admit I wrote the first half running on 38 hours of no sleep, so if it seems a bit floatyish, yeah that's why lol.
Anyway, I hope yall enjoyed! Kisses!!
~Banana