"Or I'm not all that interested in seeing your heart," John says. "It's just a heart. While you sounded very interested in biting my cock off."

He's tightened his grip against Armand's headstrong pulling; now he pulls in turn, bringing Armand and his dangerous mouth forward. Lifts his cock, and it slides over his hairline as he rubs his balls idly on his face. One dew-slick, grassy boot kicks forward to toe apart Armand's knees, slide up his thigh to press between his legs.

"It's fine, I can still make use of you," he adds, voice rasping a little as arousal lowers his pitch.