[ there's a sharp inhalation but it's impossible to tell if it's because of john's hand or because john just called him beautiful. dave draws him down for a kiss, short and sweet because he likes john's voice, but it's a little hard to think in a straight line just now.

not like he's usually that great at it. ]

You're gorgeous. Fuck, John...your eyes are my favorite color, I think. [ helpful. he cants his hips up a little, whining through his teeth. ] I love you. [ he likes those words on his tongue so: ] Love you. Love you. [ it's mumbled like he gets sometimes, low and quiet but peppered with kisses to john's lips and cheeks and wherever he can reach. ] Don't even think "oh fuck" when I look at you and feel it hit me in the gut anymore. Still hits me in the gut, though. Like wham whenever I look over at you and you're just - jesus there, do that again.

[ probably john doesn't need dave to continue rhapsodizing about his feelings anyway so the self-interruption is maybe okay. ]