[John stands his ground all the way, almost leans into the strides coming for him, because physical violence is nothing compared to the threat he'd been expecting - he doesn't get a threat at all, though, instead letting out a muffled grunt as their mouths collide more violently than sensually. It sends a hot flare through his body, making him push away just as Petre had imagined he would, but he's being held firmly in place and fuck, they haven't kissed like this before. It really does feel like a last ditch attempt, everything being thrown at the wall to see what sticks, but Petre has so much to throw that John can't even feel properly smug about that. The sounds that start to rise up in his throat as Petre massages the front of his pants could still be objection, but it's not terribly likely when his hips are pressing against Petre's hand even as his hands keep pressing away against Petre's shoulders.

He gasps and stumbles backward when it ends, half embarrassed and half furious to find that he's already visibly hard, then stiffens with what almost sounds like a snarl as he watches Ryan and Petre kiss. So. This is where it's going, huh. And again, Ryan doesn't get it at all. Even if he's only had second-hand accounts of how Petre works, John can't believe how much is flying right past him.]

He wants me. And since you want me, and I want you, that means he needs you too. And the one thing he always wants is control.

[There's a saucy humour to the arch of his eyebrows, but his mouth is still drawn in a hard, enraged line.]

Getting it yet?