[Even Petre looks exhausted when he opens his eyes to look back at John, almost like he was suddenly shaken awake from a dream. He's breathing hard, lips parted and full, red and wet, hands reaching for John's waistline again. He doesn't want to let go.]
I don't want to stop.
[He moves in closer again, turns his head to kiss John once, move to plant more kisses on his cheek, use his teeth and tongue on his ear and neck.
(He hasn't slept for two days. Maybe had sex with three different people during that time, got drunk and threw up. Smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes and stole even more than that from willing hands. This is the worst way to end that rampage of self-destruction, but he won't bring himself to care.)]
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I don't want to stop.
[He moves in closer again, turns his head to kiss John once, move to plant more kisses on his cheek, use his teeth and tongue on his ear and neck.
(He hasn't slept for two days. Maybe had sex with three different people during that time, got drunk and threw up. Smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes and stole even more than that from willing hands. This is the worst way to end that rampage of self-destruction, but he won't bring himself to care.)]