You know how hard it is, John? To not fall into your arms? To not let you see me laid bare? ::strips his shirt off and stands in front of john shamelessly:: Christ hasn't got much to do with me Johnny ::gives john an evil little smile as he melts into Johns arms::
::glances up, grinning broadly at the sound of George's voice:: Well, there's the boy. ::watches George strip his shirt off, licking his lips appreciatively at the familiar sight of that bare, scrawny torso:: I know mate, I just can't help but bring him into this. Christ, you look pretty like that... ::pulls George into his arms, burying his face in George's neck and kissing and biting sloppily at the soft skin over the hollow of his throat::
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