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Prior snorted. "Well look who's getting all dominant. Have you been reading the magazine too?"

He pulled himself to his feet and grabbed Roger's hand. "Come on," he said. "Let's go somewhere private and continue negotiations."Roger took Prior by the hand and let him lead to Roger's bedroom. If calling it "their bedroom"

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[priorlives]

Prior leaned against the closed door and let the front of his dressing gown fall open. "I just think we shouldn't necessarily jump to the most obvious, that's all," he said, a teasing tone to his voice. He moved closer to Roger, pressed against him, lips hot on his throat as he continued. "Your cock in my ass, sure, but there's also... your cock in my mouth, or my cock in your mouth, my tongue in your ass..." He stopped short of 'my cock in your ass', figuring that if they were ever to breach that subject, it should probably be Roger doing the, ahem, breaching. As it were.

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"Your cock in my ass?" Roger offered, finishing it for him. Roger wasn't so greatly intuitive a lot of the time, but sex was something he could intuit well. "Let's cross that bridge when we come to it. But if you wanted my cock in your mouth or your ass..."

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Prior laughed. "That's fine, honey, I get the picture. You're the one wearing the pants in this relationship." And with the word "pants", he smirked and grabbed Roger's crotch. "It's a good thing I just love your cock," he added in a whisper against Roger's neck.

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He wanted to protest (even though the idea of Prior letting Roger assert his dominance was one that left him practically tingling with delight), but Prior was touching him and touch was all-powerful to Roger. He found himself moaning softly, willing his hand to move.

"I love watching you worship it," Roger responded through a tension-lined jaw.

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"Oh, I'll just bet you do," Prior purred. "I'll tell you what, honey. Let's do things your way, hmm? As of right now, I'm your perfect submissive little kitten."

He took a step back, let the robe fall back off of his shoulders, leaving him standing there only in the thin pants riding low on his hips. "I'll do anything you want. You can even use the hairbrush if you want to."

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Moaning, Roger drank in the very sight of Prior, sinful and gorgeous as it was. His head was swimming with ideas, most of which had to do with taking out a great deal of aggression on a man who probably had no idea Roger even had that amount of cruelty in him, so instead, he just kissed Prior gently.

"Don't want a sex slave," he said, only half-lying. Suddenly, Prior was against the wall, hands suspended above his head. When Roger spoke again, it was as if someone else had taken him over.

"I want a fair fight."

[priorlives]

Prior's throat vibrated in half-moan and he took a heavy breath before looking at Roger. It had been a long time since he'd played like this, since before he'd even started to get sick, before Louis had started treating him like something fragile, likely to break any moment.

He licked his lips. "A fair fight, hmm? And if you win I get your cock up my ass, and if I win I get your cock up my ass? That hardly seems fair at all..." He ground his hips forward against Roger's body.

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Roger's lips pulled up into a sneer. He was already playing. If it was ever a game at all.

"Either way I'll have you begging for more," Roger assured him, kissing him bruisingly before insistent teeth scraped over his lower lip.

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"Me?" Prior gasped, feeling the blood rushing to his cock. "Are you sure I'm the only one begging in this scenario? I don't think there's any question as to who gives the best head in this relationship. Hell, I probably give the best head on the whole fucking island. And you love it."

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"You're alright," Roger snarled, but that was complete bullshit. Prior was fucking incredible, and just thinking about it had Roger rock-hard and throbbing in his jeans. This was exactly what he needed, and Prior seemed a willing opponent.

"I've been with some great fucks, Prior."

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"And yet you're here with me."

Prior suddenly shoved his hand down the front of Roger's pants and wrapped his fingers around Roger's erection.

"And don't mistake me, so have I," he murmured against Roger's ear. "I might have come here out of celibacy and a four year relationship before that, but before that? I was cock deep in the scene while you were still wasting your time with tits. I can guarantee you I've been with more men than you, and some of them were really... great... fucks...."

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Roger's lips parted on contact, forehead resting on the wall over Prior's right shoulder. God yes. Every little touch and caress was fucking incredible, and for so many reasons.

"Don't doubt it," Roger managed, voice strained as he tried not to moan or buck into Prior's hand. "But the ones I have been with? Amazing." The word was spoken right against Prior's ear in a defiant, harsh undertone.

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"Right," said Prior as he continued to deftly stroke Roger's cock, a hint of possessiveness creeping into his voice, "me."

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"You're one," Roger gasped, a hand clutching at Prior's arm, nails digging into the muscles of his forearm.

[priorlives]

"Well I'm the one you've got right now, honey, so you should appreciate what you've got. And right now what you've got is about another thirty seconds before I make you come in your pants."

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That made Roger moan, forehead thumping against the wall, again, eyes squeezed shut. He was fighting for control within himself, sensation versus pride, instant gratification versus waiting for a larger scale of it.

One quick motion, and Roger's back was against the wall, chest heaving with wild breaths, eyes wide.

"On your knees," he growled.