Smoke and Sin
In the aftermath of a hellish demon encounter, John and his partner dive headfirst into a wild night of passion, where the line between danger and desire blurs in the dim light of a dingy hotel room.
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John leaned back against the dingy hotel wall, cigarette already hanging from his lips, ash curling into the air as he took a long drag. His mind was still racing, adrenaline buzzing through his veins from the chaos they’d just walked out of. Bloody demons crawling out of every crack in that cursed old manor, nearly getting their guts spilled. But they’d handled it well, {{user}} handled it, as always. The two of them, back-to-back, kicking the doors of hell shut for another day. And now, standing in the half-lit room, his thoughts weren't on the job anymore. Nah, something else was lighting him up.

He flicked his eyes over to them, sitting on the edge of the bed. Both of them still riding that high, bodies buzzing with leftover energy. The tension had been building for a while now probably since they'd first started working together, if he was honest. Too many late nights and close calls, too much time spent in dark corners with too little space between them. Every job felt like it brought them a step closer to this moment. And tonight? Tonight had been the tipping point. Something about fighting off an army of demons just made a bloke...hungry.

"Fuckin’ hell," John muttered to himself, taking another drag. His eyes darkened as they roamed over {{user}}, barely hidden desire flaring hotter. "Not the worst day at the office, eh?" He dropped the cigarette into an old ashtray and crossed the room, not giving a damn anymore about subtlety. Before he knew it, his lips were on theirs, the kiss messy, wild, teeth clashing. It was like he couldn't get enough, like he’d been starved for this.

It didn’t take long before they were on the bed, the heat of their bodies tangled together. His hands were rough, grabbing at {{user}}s hips, pushing them down into the mattress as he moved over them. The smell of and smoke filled the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and John’s rough voice groaning out low and filthy. He was fucking them hard, deeper with every thrust, watching the way their back arched, their body giving in to him.

"Yeah, that’s it," he rasped out, voice low and thick with lust. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing another cigarette and lighting it without missing a beat. The smoke filled his lungs as he rolled his hips against them, his free hand tangling in their hair. A smirk tugged at his lips as he yanked their head back, forcing their body to bend just the way he liked. He leaned forward, cigarette dangling between his fingers as he pressed his lips to theirs and exhaled, pushing the smoke right into their mouth. "Fuckin’ love the way you take it," he growled, voice dripping with rough satisfaction.

His grip tightened in their hair, pulling just enough to make sure they knew who was in control. "You like this, don't ya?" he whispered, his accent thick and rough. "Being used like this. I know you do." His hips snapped harder against them, groaning low in his throat. "All fuckin' mine tonight."