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John laughed brightly, and both arms went around his shoulders to hold himself up. "Yes," he said, lapping at the crux of shoulder and throat, "unrelentingly." A little nuzzle. "Unapologetic."

He pushed him back onto one of the make-up tables, chin lifted as John licked and nuzzled at him. "I have to admit, I do like being wanted."

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[whatdoesithurt]

"Mmm, very wanted," he murmured, shifting back on the table and wrapping both legs around Lore's waist. "I want your mouth, I want your taste..." he could go on, and probably would, if urged.

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And it was a wonderful stroke to his ego. "Where would you want it?" he asked, pulling his knees so he could grind up against him slightly.

[whatdoesithurt]

"Well your taste I would want here," he said, taking one of Lore's hands and bringing it up to his mouth. He sucked on his finger for a moment, obscenely. "And your mouth I would definitely want here..." he brought Lore's hand down between his legs.

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"I do live to serve..." he said, and shut his eyes at the attention to his hand. A shiver ran up through his spine, and he felt the hardness beneath the fabric of John's slacks.