John was deep in concentration when a knock on his door jarred him away. "Come in," he called, swiveling around in his chair to face the door. The knob slowly turned before the door was pushed open and Nine's head poked into the room.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey. Why are you here? It's pretty late," John replied, looking over at his clock. It was a lot later than he thought. He turned his chair around to face his desk again. Pictures, maps, and letters were strewn about on it, and John picked up the article he was reading before Nine came in.

"I was coming to make sure you slept tonight," Nine said.

They'd been dating for a couple weeks now, and Nine had gotten more worried about John's health.

"I will, I just have to finish this," John told him. That was a lie. He had been sleeping better since he started dating Nine, but he still had recurring nightmares that made sleeping painful.

Nine seemed to have detected the lie because John heard him walk across the floor until he was right behind John's chair. He rested his head on Johns' while wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "You need to sleep, baby," Nine whispered.

John had found out that Nine was fond of nicknames, especially since they started dating.

"I need to finish this," John argued stubbornly. "It's important."

"Not as much as you."

A faint blush rose to Johns' cheeks at the endearing words.

Nine slid his chin off of John's head and bent down to his temple, gently placing a kiss there. His hair was down and it fell to brush against Johns' right shoulder.

Nine kissed Johns' ear and then moved down further to place kisses against his jaw and neck.

John could feel his breath slowly speeding up at the intimate action.

Nine kept up the kisses, his mouth opening wider after each one. John felt the warm wetness of Nine's tongue as he began licking along with the kissing.

"Nine…" John warned, although it was more strained than he wanted.

Nine pulled back, his breath fanning against Johns' ear. "Yeah?"

"Uh," John started, his face heating up. "What are you doing?"

Nine didn't answer, instead stepping back a couple times. John was about to stand up before he felt his chair spinning towards Nine. He stopped it right in front of him, placing his hands on the arm rests. John looked up to meet his piercing stare. Nine's pupils were blown and he looked at John with something similar to hunger.

"Do you want this?" He asked in a low voice that sent shivers down Johns' spine.

It took a moment for John to process the question and once he did a million thoughts churned through his mind. He'd barely done anything sexual before, only heated makeout sessions with Sarah. Sarah. The name still brought sadness, but… not as much. He really was starting to heal.

John slowly nodded. He trusted Nine with his mind and now his body.

"Yeah?" Nine asked.

"Yeah," John said firmly. Nine squinted at him, looking skeptical. "I want this, Nine… I want you."

Nine's eyes clouded over with lust at John's words. "Stand up," he growled. Goosebumps rose to Johns' skin and he could feel himself getting hard. Another great thing with shapeshifting, he could change anything in his body and it would work like it's supposed to.

Nine leaned away from the chair as John stood up in front of him. Nine gingerly took John's chin into his hand and tilted his head up while his other hand rested on John's hip. Nine bent down to place a soft kiss on John's lips.

The kiss soon turned heated and John opened his mouth to invite Nine's tongue inside. Nine didn't hesitate and began exploring John's mouth as his hands moved along his body. His left hand grabbed the back of John's neck, deepening the kiss, while his other arm snaked under his shirt. John shivered as the cool metal of Nine's hand reached the small of his back.

Nine was the one to break the kiss, placing quick, opened mouth kisses on the line of John's jaw afterward. He moved down to his neck, licking and kissing the skin there. John tilted his head back to give Nine better access.

Nine kissed along Johns' scar wounds from the rope, making sure to be gentle as he reached the center of his neck.

"Nine," John whispered, holding back all the other noises he wanted to make.

Nine pulled away from John's neck as he took his shoes and socks off. He kicked them to some random corner of the room before yanking his shirt off and doing the same thing.

John's face was probably bright red at this point as he tried not to stare at Nine's muscled body. Nine noticed though. "Like what you see?"

John glared up at Nine. "Not really," he sassed. "I mean, I've seen bet-" He was cut off by Nine pushing him up against the wall next to his desk. He went back to John's neck, now starting to get a little rough. He suckled on some of the skin, just grazing it with his teeth. Then he decided to bite down, surprising John. He let a moan escape from his lips before covering his mouth with one of his hands.

Nine let go of the skin, licking it to soothe the faint red mark that was starting to blossom. He raised his head to be level with John's ear while using one of his hands to pull Johns' away from his mouth. "Let me hear all those sweet sounds," Nine whispered.

John let his hand be pulled away from his mouth and wrapped it around the back of Nine's neck, who had gone back to sucking on his neck. It felt amazing, but it wasn't what he was looking for. Nine's body seemed so far away from his own.

John grabbed Nine's side with his other hand and pulled him towards him until their bodies were flush against each other. Nine gasped against John's neck at the sudden friction of John's clothed erection against his. John moaned and involuntarily bucked his hips, causing Nine to groan and grind up against him.

Nine kept this up for a few seconds, pressing John closer to the wall, if that was even possible. One of his arms was on the wall, helping prop him up. His prosthetic one moved under John's shirt, running it along his side and rubbing small circles there.

He pulled his head away from John's neck after placing another couple of kisses there. He pulled his body away from John's, allowing him some breathing room, then brought both of his hands under John's shirt, tugging it upward. John let his shirt be taken off and then thrown to the ground.

"Is this your first time?" Nine asked, placing both of his hands on John's hips.

John felt his face heat up more and he looked away from Nine's face. "Y-yeah." John knew that Nine was more experienced than him in this area, and it made him a little nervous.

"That's alright," Nine said before pressing a soft kiss to John's lips. "Do you know the color system?"

"Yeah, I think so. Red means stop, yellow means slow down, and green means keep going."

"Good," Nine rumbled. He took one of John's hands in his and led him towards the bed in the corner of the room. Nine stood next to it, then pulled John against him, continuing to kiss him.

John rested one of his hands on Nine's chest, his fingertips brushing against his collarbone. Nine's hands traveled down to the top of John's sweatpants, tugging on them lightly.

"Is this okay?" Nine asked softly, breaking the kiss. John nodded in response.

Nine tugged his pants down more with his thumbs. They went down his hips and thighs, Nine only pausing a second when John's length sprang free.

With John's legacies he could do whatever he wanted with his body, but just being able to feel like himself was amazing, so he was modest when it came to his dick. He had made it an average size, but suddenly felt very disappointed at his past decision as Nine looked down at him.

"Sit down," Nine said, motioning to the bed.

John didn't hesitate to sit on the edge of his small mattress while Nine pulled his pants off the rest of the way. He took a few steps back, still holding his pants in his metal hand. Nine's eyes raked over his body, taking his time to study him.

John shifted awkwardly on the bed, moving his legs to be closer to his body.

Nine dropped his pants on the ground before walking closer to the bed. "You're so beautiful," he murmured as he bent down to place more kisses and hickeys along John's neck.

John was sure that his face was now about as red as it could get. "Y-you're not so bad yourself," he said as an attempt at a comeback.

Nine just hummed against his neck and bit down, making John hiss at the slight pain. Nine licked at the spot in order to soothe it. His left hand traveled up John's leg until it was on his upper thigh. Nine drew small circles there with his thumb.

"What do you want?"

John was slightly taken aback by the question and looked up at Nine. Nine just gazed down at him through half lidded eyes. "This is all about you. What do you want me to do?"

"Uh, I don't know?"

Nine let out a small laugh before looking behind John. "How about you go lay down?"

John nodded before shifting himself farther up on his small bed. He let his back rest against the wall, but then decided to slide down so his head was on his single pillow. He self consciously looked down at his flushed length that was pointing up at the ceiling.

Nine reached into the back pocket of his pants and pulled out several objects, all of which he set on the bed stand pressed up against the frame of John's bed.

Then, he climbed up next to John. He swung his left leg over John's body and put his hands next to John's head.

They stared into each other's eyes until Nine smirked.

"What?" John huffed.

"Nothing. You're just really cute." Nine bowed down to place a quick kiss on his lips. "Now, what do you want me to do to you?" He said in a more seductive tone.

John thought of a bunch of different things, but there were only a few he felt comfortable asking Nine for in that moment.

"Handjob?" He squeaked.

"Sure, baby, I can do that," Nine said with a smile.

He slowly lowered his body on top of John's, grinding his hips down on John's dick. John moaned at the sweet friction, also enjoying the heat radiating from Nine. Nine moved his hands, one of them cupping John's jaw as he pulled him into a kiss. His other hand, the real one, moved lower, brushing up against his sides in a teasing fashion.

Nine lifted his chest off of John's so he could slip his hand in between them, breaking the kiss as he did so. His hand found one of John's pecs, then went lower until his fingers brushed against his nipple. He took it between his thumb and pointer finger, making John gasp, and started to gently roll it.

"That feel okay?" Nine asked.

John nodded quickly as he let small groans out. Nine leaned down to place small bites along John's collarbone, moving further down after he was done there.

Eventually, he let go of John's peaked bud, moving to the other one and giving it the same attention. John gripped the back of Nine's neck as he licked and kissed his chest.

"N-nine," John stuttered. Nine hummed against his skin before rising over John, letting go of his nipple in the process. He brought his hips off of Johns and sat back on his knees.

"Sit up."

John did so, pulling his legs out from under Nine and facing him. Nine pulled him to himself, almost sitting him on his lap. His metal arm wrapped around John's body, resting on his back. John whined as the head of his dick rubbed against Nine's stomach.

"Shh, you're okay," Nine said in a soothing voice, moving his other hand to John's hip, rubbing his thumb over his hip bone. John rested his forehead on Nine's, both of them looking down to where John sat on Nine's knees and his hand was moving tantalizingly close to his dick.

John gasped as Nine's thumb brushed against the base. The rest of his hand followed, gently wrapping around John's length.

Nine's hand felt so much different than his own. Nine's hand was bigger and rougher, with more callouses from years of training and fighting.

"Wow," John breathed.

"I haven't even done anything yet." John could hear the smirk in his voice. He looked up at Nine with a scowl, Nine meeting his gaze.

"Yeah, well, how about you ju-" John was cut off by Nine moving his hand up his length. His mouth snapped shut as he groaned. Nines thumb rubbed around his tip and he used his pointer finger to open his slit more, letting precum drip down. "Oh, god," John mumbled.

"Nah, it's just me," Nine said, but there was no snarky tone to accompany it.

He moved his hand slowly up and down his shaft while John tried to control himself. He shut his eyes tight and buried his head in the crook of Nine's shoulder. He let out loud moans, which made Nine's breathing speed up until he was panting.

Nine moved his hand away to massage John's balls, slightly squeezing them as he did so.

"Nine," John gasped. He dug his nails into his side, trying not to let any legacies arise from the overwhelming emotions.

Nine's hand went back to work, building speed as he went. He ran his thumb over the tip of John's dick ever so often, and John moaned the loudest at those moments. His hips canted forward into Nine's grasp and John had to bite down on Nine's shoulder in order to not do it again.

"Sorry," John gasped, Nine still stroking him.

"No, that was fine, Johnny," Nine replied. John buried his face into Nine's neck, a familiar feeling building within him. He let his hips thrust forward again, and felt Nine nod against his shoulder. John took that as a signal that he could do that and thrusted into Nine's hand a couple more times.

"Nine," John moaned. "I'm c-close, Nine."

Nine lifted his head off of John's shoulder and sped his hand up. His metal arm gripped John tighter, pulling him closer to him. John thrusted his hips forward more forcefully, the tip of his dick hitting Nine's stomach every time.

"Nine," John whined. "I'm gonna-"

Nine got a little rougher, stroking him faster. "Good job," Nine breathed in John's ear. "Cum for me, baby."

John tipped over the edge a few seconds later, cumming over Nine's chest and stomach with a yell. Nine stroked him slowly as waves of pleasure rolled over John. He struggled to maintain his shapeshifting, but managed.

Nine let go of John's dick after he was done and wrapped both of his arms around him, pulling his limp body flush against his.

John's mind went fuzzy as Nine laid him down on his bed, Nine resting on top of him, only propping himself up with his elbows. John opened his eyes slowly, Nine staring down at him as he did so.

"Feel good?" He asked.

"Yeah." John's breathing started to even out as Nine pushed himself up, John's cum sticking to both of them. Nine kissed John's check before climbing off the bed and heading to the door.

The pleasure of John's orgasm was starting to fade to a dull buzz, letting him actually think. Wait, he thought as he watched Nine open his bedroom door and walk out.

"Nine," he said softly, sitting up on his bed before getting off, standing on wobbly legs. His cum ran down his stomach and onto his legs and bed. He ran to the door and charged out into his small kitchen, only to stop when he didn't see Nine.

Oh, god, he thought, what did I do?

He started towards his front door, but the sudden sound of running water stopped him. He looked to where his bathroom was, a sliver of light shining through the cracked door. He ran to it, pushing the door open quickly and bursting into the room. Nine yelped as he came in, dropping the washcloth he was holding under the running facet.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Nine said as he saw John's panicked expression.

"Uh, yeah," he said, calming down now that he knew that Nine hadn't left.

"What happened?" Nine asks, walking over to John with concern in his eyes. John didn't answer, just stared back at him. Concern turned to slight realization. "Wait, you didn't think I left, did you?"

John nodded slowly. "I thought I did something wrong," he said. Saying it now the thought seemed stupid. Nine wouldn't leave him like that.

"Oh, baby," Nine said, walking up to John and pulling him into a hug. John cringed at the slowly drying cum on both of them, but leaned into the hug.

They stayed like that for a minute before Nine spoke up again. "I'm not going to leave you, ever," Nine kissed the top of John's head before pulling away. "Go lay back down, I'm just getting something to clean us up."

John nodded before walking back to his room, and laying back down on his bed, trying to avoid the cum covered spots.

He felt tired, both from the orgasm and how late it was. John closed his eyes, drifting off into a half asleep state.

He opened his eyes to, what felt like a couple seconds later, a warm wet feeling on his stomach. Nine was above him, starting to gently wipe him off with the washcloth. John closed his eyes and let himself be taken care of.

Nine wiped him off until he was clean, leaning away, which made John open his eyes. He smiled lazily up at Nine, who placed the washcloth on the bed stand. He climbed into the bed next to John, having him move so Nine could pull the blankets over them both. He laid down behind him and wrapped his arms around John. He heard a click as Nine used his telekinesis to turn off his lamp and darkness took over his senses.

Nine nuzzled into the back of John's neck, placing a lazy kiss there.

"Goodnight, baby," Nine mumbled.

"Goodnight," John whispered back, letting sleep take him.