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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Simply put, John isn't the best at aftercare. He's usually too lost in foggy headed bliss after the last round of lovemaking to do anything more with you. In the beginning, he'd drape the duvet over you and pull you into his body tightly, his muscular arm trapping you beneath him as it grew heavy with sleep. If you were lucky, you got a little kiss to the temple and a groggy "I love you" mumbled into your ear before he drifted off. You finally had to explain that you needed more and soon he learned how to look after you. He still won't stay awake for a chat and cuddles, but he can manage a wet cloth and a glass of water which makes it easier for you to rest comfortably beside him. (Bc let's be honest, the man has worn you out too!)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

John is a generous lover when it comes to oral sex and can spend hours between your thighs. He loves kissing down your belly and resting his head upon the pillows of your thighs as he sucks little bruises into your flesh. He's intoxicated by your moans and whimpers as he begins kissing your pussy as he would your mouth. He's made you wet with desire before his fingers even venture to open you up, mesmerized by the sight of you clenching around nothing. His fave game is to suck your swollen bud and pull away in time to watch it twitch with need. Then he'll push you beyond your limits to see if you'll take one more finger inside you, just to feel your walls tightening around him in satisfied fullness. When he has you rocking against his palm, he'll talk to you thru your orgasm in a low rumble full of gentle praise.

Only then will he allow you to take him into your mouth, a large hand at the back of your head to cradle you affectionately. He likes to recline with one arm behind his head to watch you work, telling you how beautiful you look with saliva running down your chin. He likes it messy, spit and precum coating his length as your hand eagerly corkscrews down his length with a flourish. Unlike you, he can't take much teasing, however, preferring a steady rhythm which leads to your lips pushing his spongy head past the purse of your tight lips and to the back of your throat for the climax. His heart catching in his throat as he watches you swallow every drop of him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

John isn't necessarily loud, but he is very vocal. He's big on praise and letting you know just how good you're making him feel. His deep grunts of pleasure as he ruts into you are utterly primal, proving his words were spoken in truth. As he nears his end, labored breaths turn to shallow puffs of air against the shell of your ear. You might have to strain to hear your fave sound as it builds in his throat, but you wouldn’t want to miss this. There’s nothing like the sound of John’s whimpers just before his release. The first time you heard it, you nearly mistook it for pain. The sharp cry of agony followed by a long exhale of pure ecstasy as he succumbs to wave after wave of pleasure. After a few moments, a throaty chuckle escapes his lips before the power of speech returns to him. He doesn't need words to convey the euphoria he feels until the aftershocks subside and he's reduced to soft whispers of gratitude. He showers you with them, along with featherlight kisses and renewed promises of devotion.