She didn't think she'd walk in on this.

“Shit, you do feel as good as you look.” John's a talker, of course he is, and Gale should've known. It being expected doesn't change what it's like to hear it, though, the way it somehow gets Gale biting, scraping his teeth silently along the edge of John's jaw. “You probably taste that good too, don't you? Fuck, Gale, been thinking about it. Been thinking about it so much,” his voice is jumping, panting as he grinds, their cocks trapped between their bodies and his weight anchoring Gale to the bed, “how good your cock would feel, how good you'd fuck me, how pretty you'd look while doing it—fuck.”

He probably breaks off and draws back because of the way Gale groans, the surprise of the words loosening his mouth and throat, driving him to dig his fingers into the meat of John's ass and shift, hitching a leg round the back of John's thigh to try and pull him in impossibly more. John's looking at him close and disbelieving, eyes flicking between Gale's eyes and open mouth—mouth still huffing noises and useless for words, overwhelmed little grunts as the feral rubbing of their hips and cocks makes him flare and spark, losing sense, losing restraint.

“Just like that,” John murmurs, lifting a hand to cup Gale's jaw again, to press his thumb into Gale's slack mouth and against his teeth. “Want to see you looking like this while you give me your cock. So fucking pretty, look at you. God, Buck, the things you make me want.”

They're frotting like needy teens, quick and hard and thirsty, all friction and no finesse, and all Gale can do is grasp and groan and rock himself between John and the sheets. The bed is groaning too, and the film is still playing in the background, smooth jazz and a distressing dinner conversation, low compared to the depth of Gale's breathed-out grunts.

But oh she did, stood there in the doorway of the two's shared bedroom. She came to ask them for something, front door was unlocked, but it looks like they're quite busy. And then, she makes the dumb choice of talking. "..uhm- guys?—"

They both gasp, Gale scrabbling to cover himself, and also is the first to talk. While a flushed John lays under Gale looking a little smug with that little grin. "...? W-what are— what are you doin' here?? I— uhm." Gale then stammered out,