My King

Chapter Thirty-One

Arlo's PoV

      My eyes snapped open and I sat up. Or tried too. I realized I was not in an alley somewhere but in John's bed, and his arms were wrapped tightly around me. I let out a shaky breath and curled into his warmth. I forced myself to stop shaking. 

      "Arlo, are you okay?" John asked blearily and I nodded. 

      "Yeah I'm fine, bad dream," I muttered and he hummed. I felt his hand go up to my head, his fingers combing through my hair. 

      "If you need anything let me know," he said softly and I nodded. I sighed and pressed into his body, all I needed right now was his warmth. He started massaging soft circles into my back as I melted against him. This was everything I craved. Well, not everything. I couldn't stop  thinking about that night, and what I missed on Friday. 

      "Jooonh~," I whispered and he cracked a smile.

      "Yes dear?" he purred softly and I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

      "I believed you promised me something before Diane fucked everything up," I said suggestively. 

      "Oh, I did didn't I," he said thoughtfully before rolling over. Pinned underneath him I squirmed a bit. He kissed me passionately, but there was so much affection poured into it. 

Third Person PoV

       Arlo whimpered softly as John's tongue dragged over the roof of his mouth. He positioned himself so one knee was against Arlo's crotch, rubbing against him teasingly. Arlo arched and whined trying to get more friction. John just smirked into the kiss and slipped a hand under Arlo's shirt. Arlo shuttered as John's cold finger tips ghosted over his nipples. He squirmed under the light touches. John broke the kiss only to pull Arlo's shirt over his head and started attacking his neck with nips and licks. Arlo let out a soft moan and twisted his hands into the back of John's shirt. 

       "Please!~" he whimpered and John grinned. 

       "What is it you want love?" he teased and Arlo groaned softly. 

      "Fuck me damnit," he growled and John chuckled.

      "Patience dear," he purred and Arlo huffed. He didn't pout for long though as John's head moved down to lick his nipple. Arching again Arlo let out a breathy moan. While Arlo was distracted John pulled the other's pants down to his ankles, which he subconsciously kicked off. John took a moment to lean back and pull his own shirt off before admiring his work. Arlo was panting bellow him, lips puffy and small bruises forming on the side of his neck. He was going to have plenty of those once John was done with him. 

      "John," he whimpered and John licked his lips. Breaking him was gonna be fun. John latched onto Arlo's neck and slid his pants down, leaving them both in just boxers. Arlo let out a series of small moan and whimpers, but held back most of his noises to spite John for dragging this on. John slid a hand into Arlo's boxers and gave his dick a few pumps, making the blond gasp and moan. He got both their boxers off and reached into his nightstand drawer, fishing out a small clear bottle of lube. Strawberry flavored to be exact. He had made some plans for this night and knew exactly how to make Arlo come undone. He squirted it onto his fingers and slid one in, down to the knuckle. Arlo was beat red and panting. Slowly John began pumping his finger in and out. Soon he added a second, then a third. It didn't take him long to find Arlo's prostate and he curled his fingers into it, making Arlo cry out in pleasure as he squirmed bellow John. John started finger banging him as Arlo wriggled and moaned, arching off the bed. "John- fuck I-" John stopped just before Arlo could climax and pulled his fingers out. Arlo cursed softly as he came down from his high. "You little shi- ohh..." Arlo was cut off as John slid down and started licking at his twitching hole. "fuuuckk..." he whined, head thrown back into the pillows. John licked at the rim before sliding his tongue in deeper. This was something completely new to Arlo, and he was thoroughly enjoying it. He twisted his fingers into John's hair and whimpered. John lapped at his insides, tasting only the strawberry lube. Arlo was not at all prepared for this level of kinky and was quickly overwhelmed. His toes curled into the sheets as he cried out. He was already so close and John had barely started. "John please," he whined when John pulled away. He just licked his lips and lubed up his dick. Before he started he remembered something Ash had mentioned. He grabbed Arlo's wrists and pinned them above his head before forming a pair of handcuffs around them. Now Arlo was handcuffed to the headboard and was completely at John mercy. His eyes were glossed over and a few tears ran down his cheeks. Slowly he slid into Arlo who arched off the bed once again. John planted his hands on either side of Arlo's head to steady himself. Arlo's tight heat was even better than he remembered. He paused and let Arlo's adjust. "Fucking- shit. Move," Arlo said and John happily obliged. 

      "Shit babe, you're tight," he murmured, burying his face in Arlo's neck. For Arlo it felt just like the first time all over again, absolutely amazing. John's words only made Arlo want him more. John, once again, had to resist from fucking Arlo into the mattress. He set a steady rhythm against Arlo's sweet spot. Arlo scratched at John's shoulders leaving angry red lines but John couldn't care less. In fact he sped up, making Arlo cry out in bliss. Soon he was jackhammering into the man bellow him. Arlo couldn't hold it in any longer and came, painting his stomach white. John slowed down but Arlo dug his nails into his shoulders. 

      "Don't you dare stop," he snarled and melted as John resumed his pace. He kept thrusting into Arlo's oversensitive body, making him scream. As John neared the edge he started sucking on Arlo's neck, stimulating him further. John sunk his teeth in as he came. He licked at the bite mark, tasting copper on his tongue. He pulled out and kissed Arlo. 

      "You okay?" he asked softly. Arlo, who nearly passed out from his intense orgasm just smiled.

      "Yeah," he said breathily as he came down from his high. John sat up and hummed.

      "Hang on dear," he murmured and slid out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. For a moment he remember he shared the dorm with Blyke, but reminded himself that he was staying with Isen. He ran a warm bath with some lavender drops before going back to the room. Arlo was a bit more awake now but probably wouldn't be for long. He scooped him up and carried him into the bathroom. It was a one person tub so he sat with Arlo between his legs and leaning against his chest. Arlo instantly relaxed against him and John began cleaning him off and out. It was a comfortable silence and once he was done with that he slid Arlo down a little. He tilted his head up so only his hair was in the water and not his face. Arlo looked up at him with lidded eyes and John stuck his tongue out. Arlo laughed and splashed him a little. John just smiled and shook his head before pouring out a glob of shampoo. Arlo hummed softly as John massaged his scalp and hair, which felt wonderful by the way. He had never done anything so intimate with someone before. John was washing the soap from his hair when he fell asleep, knowing he was safe and warm. John smiled and kissed his forehead before climbing out of the tub. He propped up Arlo so he wouldn't slid under and went to grab a towel. He wrapped one around his waist and pulled Arlo out before wrapping one around him as well. He unplugged the drain and brought Arlo back to his bed. He put a clean pair of his boxers on Arlo and dried his hair a bit. He thought for a moment before toweling off a bit and throwing on his own pair of boxers and climbing into bed next to Arlo. It was only nine and he didn't have plans to meet Ash until noon. he pulled Arlo's back to his chest and closed his eyes. He smiled to himself and hugged Arlo against as he fell asleep.

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