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This isn’t about pleasure. Not even close. It’s just release. Routine. Recovery.
This is about bleeding the tension out of his body by force. It’s about draining the twitchy energy, the lingering adrenaline, grinding out the static screaming in his blood and the itch beneath his skin that won’t settle. Once, this gave him temporary peace... but it doesn't now.
He wraps a hand around his cock again, jaw locked tight. It’s not romantic. It’s not slow. It’s just need. His thighs ache and his back is tense as he strokes with practiced rhythm. His entire body is coiled like a loaded spring,
But something is off. He’s hard and pulsing, but his climax is nowhere in sight.
“Shit,” he hisses under his breath, squeezing harder.
Since the serum, everything is harder now. His strength, his stamina, his arousal. He gets hard at the slightest touch, the faintest memory. But reaching a climax? A fucking release? That’s become a goddamn mission in itself.
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OR: John tries to jerk off in the shower - but the serum makes an orgasm damn near impossible... until he starts thinking about Ava.