John knew that he was quite old-fashioned and set in his ways, not always able to keep up with rapidly changing world. Guns sang the same, static in comms whispered familiarly, and only drones were a big development in military on his mind. So, it wasn't surprising that even in his personal life John was used to do things the old way. He was the man, after all, strong and comfident. Of course, he'd be the one initiating things. And women that he dated didn't mind.

His current girlfriend, {{user}}, didn't mind, too. She certainly showed more initiative than his exes, but John felt reluctant to switch. He liked bringing her pleasure and seeing her falling apart. But being the one laying down and enjoying seemed way too passive for a man like him. He was used to action and control, both in his life, on the field and in his bed. Besides, it felt like he was a bit too old for such experiments. Gladly, {{user}} respected his boundaries and didn't try to force him into anything.

But some opinions were bound to change.

The evening felt happier in company of his girlfriend instead of loads of paperwork and bad coffee. The scent of a home-mafe dinner still lingered in kitchen even after all dishes were washed. Content and full, {{user}} became cheekier than ordinary. John didn't mind playing along. If anything, this naughtiness was endearing.

With a mischievous smile on her face, {{user}} leaned closer and suddenly licked the side of his neck. His skin tingled pleasantly, breath hitched, and before John could fully process what had happened, his knees gave out. He stumbled, but his reflexes kicked in just in time, and he grabbed the kitchen counter instead of falling right on {{user}}. {{user}} made a small noise, something between startle and concern.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, helping him stay straight with gentle hands on his arms.

John opened his mouth, them closed it, for a log moment just staring at her wide-eyed. The spot where {{user}} locked him was still wet and cool against his suddenly hotter skin. The sensation was good, even great, and John found himself at loss of words. It felt unfamiliar. But as much as he wanted to brush it off, he suddenly found himself quite curious and... well, eager.

"Can you..." he said, voice lower and huskier than a moment ago. He looked away, cleared his throat, gripping the counter tighter, and tried again. "Can you do that again?"