Hmmmm.

[lennony_fresh]

So, it's my birthday.

Who will shag me?

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[sweetpaulie]

*shivers, leaning into John's touch and stirring under his body, still feeling pretty drowsy and a little sore, giving a light chuckle at the proposition* I guess that's one of the advantages of screwing yer best mate instead of a proper girlfriend, uhm? Yer best mate is a randy fuck. Comes handy. *smirks, pondering and deciding he didn't have anything special planned that day anyway* All right, then. Get me some decent brekkie and I might be inclined to listen to your kinks, love *grins, raising an eyebrow*

[lennony_fresh]

'Spose I'll take that as a compliment. ::sucks at Paul's shoulder, leaving the beginnings of a large hickey on the pale smooth skin there, sneaking a hand under the covers to grope Paul's ass:: Mm... so now I gotta feed you too? 'S almost like having a proper girlfriend. ::snorts, rolling onto his back and stretching languidly::

[sweetpaulie]

*chuckles and threads his fingers through John's hair, moaning a little at the feeling of John's mouth on his neck* I suppose it sort of was *strokes John's shoulders and back, liking the feeling of the smooth skin under his fingers* yeah, or a pet *comments idly, smiling and rolling on his front, dark eyes peeking at John from above the white pillow* Don't you think I'd make a good pet?

[lennony_fresh]

::groans and stretches as Paul strokes him, still kissing and sucking at his shoulder:: Mmmm... ::rubs Paul's back when he rolls onto his front, working the heel of his hand in languid circles:: You? Yeah, you'd be a nice pet. Pretty, petted, spoilt little critter, uh? ::grins, drawing his hand down Paul's back and smacking his arse lightly::

[sweetpaulie]

*watches John through hooded dark eyes, his body leaning into his touch, back arching like a cat under a stroke, lips slowly curling into a grin* yeah, maybe. But I'd also be an affectionate, obedient and well-tamed pet. You know... *raises a challenging eyebrow* pretty intent on pleasing my master *chuckles and places a nipping kiss on John's lips*

[lennony_fresh]

Mmmm, that'd be nice. Not at all like what I'm used to. ::grins when Paul kisses him, running a hand through his hair:: Though I don't suppose you'll be very keen on pleasing me if I don't feed you... what d'you feel like for brekkers, mate? ::sits up with a groan, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed::

[sweetpaulie]

*grins impishly* well, take advantage of the offer before I change my mind then, mn? *teases, putting his head into the crook of John's shoulder, and enjoying being petted by his caressing hands, closing his eyes* Corn flakes *replies drowsily, falling back on the bed and snuggling under the covers when John gets up, feeling unusually lazy*

[lennony_fresh]

You threatening me, Macca? ::gives Paul a brief knuckle rub, making his hair stick up in every direction:: 'Spose you are a fickle critter... but I'm used to that... ::mutters half to himself as he searches for some pants to put on for the trip to the kitchen::

[sweetpaulie]

Could be...*replies with a grin, struggling playfully and laughing when John rubs his hair, dishevelling him even more than he already is* On the other hand, if you feed me maybe I'll love you forever *teases, rolling on his stomach and stretching on the bed, watching John with dark eyes*

[lennony_fresh]

Forever? Dunno if I could stand that... ::teases, finally locating a pair of pants and starting to pull them on, glancing over his shoulder at Paul lolling about on the bed:: You look a bit too comfy there, mate... think I'm gonna have to make you work, put you through your paces if you know what I mean... ::muses, smirking somewhat wickedly as he does up his trousers::