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[loves_lasses]

Robert lay down with him, pressing his mouth to John's, tasting the vodka on John's  tongue, and out of charity, sharing the taste of whiskey on his own.

His hands roamed, over John's hips, under his shirt and up his lean muscled back, exploring, stroking, squeezing.

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[whatdoesithurt]

He couldn't help moaning softly, leaning up into the kiss and urging Robert's hands up further so he could duck his head, getting the shirt off. He wanted skin on skin, the warmth, he wanted Robert's mouth.

[loves_lasses]

"Yes, dear one, yes," Robert murmured to him, pulling off John's shirt, then his own, then wrapping his strong arms around John, pressing chest to chest, mapping the lean musculature of his back, letting John feel Robert's burgeoning erection as he pressed his hips against him.

[whatdoesithurt]

John inhaled quietly as the kiss deepened. He situated a thigh between Robert's legs so their hips locked. Both arms were braced on the bed over Robert's shoulders and he curled fingers in the man's hair.

[loves_lasses]

Robert writhed sensuously under him, breathing out in crooning moans between torrid kisses. He slid his hands down John's back and into the waistband of his pants, and lifted his own thigh rolling it between John's legs.