Fuck-- that's it. [Proko moans when John changes tactics and he can't help the way his hips squirm. It's the little nips and the more deliberate slide of his tongue. It's the pressure and-- fuck, he knows how wet he is and if he was a little more sober he might be embarrassed.
But he isn't. His fingers stroke along John's neck. When he speaks again his voice is soft, breathy.]
Relax, baby. It's just you and me. You like kissing?
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But he isn't. His fingers stroke along John's neck. When he speaks again his voice is soft, breathy.]
Relax, baby. It's just you and me. You like kissing?