"Most of the time," John started, before inhaling through his nose in response to the slight nip on his ear. Then he fell silent for a while, content to rock on Bobby's lap just a little, ass pressed down against Bobby's crotch, as his boyfriend did stuff that frankly John was very pleased he was sober enough to properly enjoy. Stuff that made him so hard, so quick, like on a zero to 100 type metaphor kind of way. "You know, you should-" he said, trying to work out a nice way to say it, "you really should-" but there wasn't really a nice way, was there? "We should really fuck," was what came out in a rush of nerves and arousal.
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Date: 2015-02-06 07:33 am (UTC)