[He sounds utterly helpless when she gets her leg around him and shortens up the thrusts, not quite whimpering but as close as he gets, because that means she's close and soon he can just let go. Her urging, the way she keeps saying his name (Pyro would be meaningless from either her or Bobby, they're the ones who really own the name John, not his parents), and then those grinding circles - he moves with her now, his own rhythm lost, because he's going to come no matter what and he wants her to as well. They're both doing this almost competitively, trying to get the best reaction out of the other.]
So - so fucking good - [She bites down and he moans, nearly coming apart but so fiercely determined.] - you're gonna - fucking feel it, Rogue -
[She's going to come. He's never been so goddamned determined about anything. With her face buried in his shoulder, he turns his head to latch onto her neck, biting down and sucking hard - she'll have a mark to remember this by, a classic teenage gesture, and it's as much about that as about keeping himself quiet as well.]
action;
So - so fucking good - [She bites down and he moans, nearly coming apart but so fiercely determined.] - you're gonna - fucking feel it, Rogue -
[She's going to come. He's never been so goddamned determined about anything. With her face buried in his shoulder, he turns his head to latch onto her neck, biting down and sucking hard - she'll have a mark to remember this by, a classic teenage gesture, and it's as much about that as about keeping himself quiet as well.]