[He narrows his eyes after Harry's answer, almost wondering if he's serious. Not a lot of the boys or girls around here are so willing to be open about what they want, least of all when it comes to sex, not unless Petre pushes and shoves them into giving him what he wants. And the fact that they look so alike - wouldn't that be disconcerting to most? They'd be afraid of being seen as some kind of narcissistic egomaniac. Accused. Mocked.
Petre isn't one of them, and apparently neither is Harry, so the game of gay chicken is over before it even begins. The light's out and they're pressed together, a jerk and a shiver shooting right through Petre's body like some sort of metaphorical, instantaneous climax.
The moan he releases is half-deliberate and half-involuntary, hands lifting for a moment of pause before they're grabbing Harry by his nape, then digging into his hair. Ugh - where the fuck has this guy been all this time? He's a walking, talking drug. He's never experienced anything like this, and he wants it until it wears him out, even - especially - if it wears him out. Even being drained proved to be an enjoyable experience once his energy was placed back in its place, even more intensely than the surge he was given.]
Fuck, [A hiss more than a whisper, eyes closed when his mouth hangs open over Harry's to breathe. He's trembling, he can feel it, feet grounded to the floor and head in the clouds.] Is this how you feel all the time?
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Petre isn't one of them, and apparently neither is Harry, so the game of gay chicken is over before it even begins. The light's out and they're pressed together, a jerk and a shiver shooting right through Petre's body like some sort of metaphorical, instantaneous climax.
The moan he releases is half-deliberate and half-involuntary, hands lifting for a moment of pause before they're grabbing Harry by his nape, then digging into his hair. Ugh - where the fuck has this guy been all this time? He's a walking, talking drug. He's never experienced anything like this, and he wants it until it wears him out, even - especially - if it wears him out. Even being drained proved to be an enjoyable experience once his energy was placed back in its place, even more intensely than the surge he was given.]
Fuck, [A hiss more than a whisper, eyes closed when his mouth hangs open over Harry's to breathe. He's trembling, he can feel it, feet grounded to the floor and head in the clouds.] Is this how you feel all the time?