[It doesn't even take him a second to respond. His hands are already moving to both hold John's face when he angles his head, responds the kiss in kind because he's tired, because his mind is wired from all those days and nights of being reckless and self-destructive. Later on he'll look back at this and realize he could never enjoy it properly, but relish on the fact that it happened in the first place. And that he remembers.
He opens his mouth, licks John's tongue, presses his lips and sucks softly, only to repeat the same kind of kiss until they've both exhausted each other. It's all fire, all energy, and Petre's mind continues to be set on one thing: have John. Consume him completely.
So a hand moves down to tug at his belt, bring their bodies closer together as he starts to unbuckle it with impatient hands.]
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He opens his mouth, licks John's tongue, presses his lips and sucks softly, only to repeat the same kind of kiss until they've both exhausted each other. It's all fire, all energy, and Petre's mind continues to be set on one thing: have John. Consume him completely.
So a hand moves down to tug at his belt, bring their bodies closer together as he starts to unbuckle it with impatient hands.]