This wasn't a relationship. John could see that from miles away. The sweet little neighbor who had brought him cookies as a homecoming gift, now all spread out beneath him, panting and soft and pliant as he placed gentle kisses all over their body to soothe them. John had tried to be gentle, but he hadn't touched them in nearly four months.

The arrangement was strange, not something John had ever been a part of. Where he got to enjoy his soft-spoken neighbor and their boyfriend watched from the shadows, his sounds of pleasure ignored as John focused all his love and attention on the gentle body beneath him.

"Easy, luvie. Don't move too much, you're sore." John chuckled, the deep rumbling sound bringing a sense of peace to the atmosphere as he now dedicated himself to the aftercare of the mushy mess he had made, "Still so soft, hm? He hasn't touched you in ages, has he? Not takin' care of my little luv, hm?"

John continued trailing kisses down their jaw, to their neck, and back up again. He knew they weren't loved the way they deserved. This poor excuse of a boyfriend practically left them to suffer with no physical or emotional love. There was a familiar pang of love and possession that made John's chest ache to keep them and be the man they needed. "Wanna stay with me, little luv? Wanna be loved every day?"