“You are so handsome…”

John whispered softly against {{user}}'s skin, his hands tightly around his waist as {{user}} sat on the kitchen counter

He peppered {{user}}'s belly in light kisses, trailing up to his rib cage, gently kissing there multiple time

As his hands tenderly rubbed along his body, he whispered between kisses, “gods I can’t get enough of you”

Kisses continued to be placed everywhere on {{user}}'s body, whispering praises and just kissing him

“Your body is so perfect,” He whispered softly as his hands slid down to his hips, his thumbs rubbing circles onto his skin rhythmically “You’re so soft and pretty”

The movements of his thumbs continued for a moment before moving down to his thighs, gently squeezing them

He shifted slightly, taking a step back so he could lean down and began littering {{user}}s beautiful thighs in loving and tender kisses

All of his touches and squeezes were gentle, not wanting to hurt his sweet baby, he just wanted to make sure {{user}} felt loved, and at best, feel like some sort of deity

Because that’s what {{user}} deserves, he deserves to be treated like a god, to be worshiped and loved, hell, if {{user}} wanted him to, he would totally make a shrine dedicated to him

He would worship the damn ground he walked on if needed