[ he bothers because it's john. dave's eyes flick up as he shifts for a second underneath john, hands sliding down to john's thighs instead, and in the usual dim lighting he prefers when he intends to take off his shades his eyes are probably dark and their usual brilliant crimson - or maybe a little more than usual because he's never really had to fucking worry about what his eyes look like beyond the obvious red and while his breathing is fine his pupils are a little more blown than usual even as his fingers dig in again. ]
Hey, no. [ his voice is a little different than usual too because it's the same sort of snapped command he'd done when he'd tried bossing john off the bed just to see if john would listen, a little rough around the edges and way firmer than he generally bothers to be. ] Stop trying the control breathing thing and stop swallowing the noise. Now.
[ still quiet as he usually speaks but also it occurs to him that a neck is not technically the only location a hickey could be left theoretically so he drags john closer and just presses his lips to john's shoulder before he bites john again a little harder. he's helping. ]
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Hey, no. [ his voice is a little different than usual too because it's the same sort of snapped command he'd done when he'd tried bossing john off the bed just to see if john would listen, a little rough around the edges and way firmer than he generally bothers to be. ] Stop trying the control breathing thing and stop swallowing the noise. Now.
[ still quiet as he usually speaks but also it occurs to him that a neck is not technically the only location a hickey could be left theoretically so he drags john closer and just presses his lips to john's shoulder before he bites john again a little harder. he's helping. ]