I’ve never written Jon Gooch before, so I have no idea what he’s like. Please forgive the shortness and terribleness :/
Another thrust, another roll, another gasp, another moan. They had been at it for nearly an hour, moving slow and taking their time. Every time Sonny would try to move faster, Jon would grab his hips, pull him hard down onto the thick cock inside him and keep him there. Sonny would whine and hiss and scratch at his arms as Jon held firm, not letting wither of them move for at least a minute. It was torture. “Jon, please. Pleasepleaseplease.” He begged.
Jon would give in to that begging every time. He’d rock up into Sonny’s hips as the smaller man groaned and shakingly moved against him. He ran his hands over trembling thighs, he must be so tired from riding him for so long (and to be honest, his balls were starting to ache). “Sonny.” He murmured, and when those beautiful angled brown eyes to look at him, Jon leaned up to kiss him. His lips teased a smile from Sonny and he moved his hands to the ass framing his throbbing cock.
Sonny knew Jon was reaching his breaking point and these steady thrusts were just a cover what they both really wanted. He threaded his fingers through sweaty, short locks and rolled his hips slowly. He expected the gasp and shudder and Jon lifted him briefly before slamming as hard as he could up into his.
The view of Sonny throwing his head back, long inky hair spraying out behind him, was almost enough to tip him over the edge. He continued to thrust, nearly pulling all the way out each time. He whispered dirty things to Sonny, about how badly he wanted to see him come, or pretty he was riding his cock, how he wants Sonny to paint his stomach with ribbons of come. He grinned when Sonny fists himself, unable to hold back anymore and all it took was two pumps. Sonny clenched tightly around him and it’s too much to hold back.
Jon’s hips kept working until he almost cringed at the over-sensitivity. Sonny shifted off of him and they simultaneously grimace at the feeling. They could care less about the mess, they have another bed in the room they were sharing. He grinned as Sonny pillowed his head on his shoulder and they both just lay together in their mutual post-orgasm haze until they drag themselves to the bathroom for a cursory wash off with a hand towel before collapsing into the spare bed and falling asleep.