musesandlyrics | 7.12. Rolling Stones lyrics
7.12. No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need
You Can't Always Get What You Want - Rolling Stones
Co-written with manipulatefire
It had been quite a long and intense night. By the time the two of them reached New York City, they realised they could both actually really do for some stress relief by way of a bit of boozing and dancing. It took a lot of work to worry if you were about to fuck one of your best mates (again) and like it (again). Warren had booked them into The Plaza, and at least some things never actually changed. They got into a heated argument in the car about even staying there. John thought it was too posh, but Warren refused to stay in a dive. He might be laid back about it, but he was still a millionaire's son. He could be a spoiled shit when he wanted to have his moments. This was one of his moments, and if he was going to be putting his dick in realms (mostly) unknown, he wanted to stay at The Plaza.
He won that argument, but lost the argument about what club they would go boozing at. Although, boozing was a stretch. Neither actually touched more than one beer, super aware that the whole reason they were in the city was not to get pissed and pick up chicks, but to pick each other up, to 'check'... soberly. But they danced, Warren's wings hidden under his coat. There was one point when a chick pinched John's ass and tried to crack on to him, only to have her walk away looking like she wanted to pee her pants after Warren intercepted with a few pointed words. John had merely stood there smirking at him, until Warren told him to go fuck himself and proceeded to start dancing with another woman as revenge. Funnily, her handbag 'accidentally' caught on fire during it and she ran from the club screaming. They knew then that it was probably time to stop the masculine procrastination and headed back to the hotel. There was another moment where Warren ordered a very expensive bottle of French red wine from room service and put some music on the stereo softly while he stood in nothing more than his boxers looking out at the nightline of New York that he had always loved... and did miss living further out in Westchester.
But now it was done. Post-coital and all that. Warren woke up slowly, not even bothering to know what the time was because he really didn't care at that point. He had the messy and loose sheets draped over his hip and this awakening beside John was a lot more to his liking than the last one had been. He pulled his lips to the side a little, still no closer now to even knowing how he was supposed to feel about things. But it was far from romantic... they were still males afterall, and he reached down to indulge in a long scratch of his balls along with a long fart before proceeding to innocently pull the sheet up over John's head and trap him underneath with a wicked grin.
John was only just starting to tug back into consciousness as the smell of Warren's fart assaulted his nose and he let out a groan of protest as he pushed his feet at against the other mutant's legs and ripped the sheet away. "Fuck! Just fuck, man! What the fuck crawled up your ass to produce that stench... That's just disgusting. Seriously, it smells like something fucking died." He scrunched up his nose as he covered his face with his hands and let out another groan. "You're really some date, you know that? Really know how to show a guy a good fucking time. Jesus, dude."
As the smell started to fade somewhat John took his hands away and looked over at Warren. He was once again waking up to Angel with fuck hair, and fuck wings and a general look of having been well fucked, but this time it wasn't such a shock. The smell of his fart was, but not waking up next to Warren. It was something John actually quite liked. Even if he did get a wicked grin of his own as he let off a silent but deadly fart of his own. A ninja fart that would take moments to reach Warren regardless of his head getting trapped under a sheet or not.
"It wasn't a date," Warren replied back immediately with a lethargic stretch as he tried to shake his wings back into some semblance of smooth. It wasn't really working, though and he soon gave up even trying, only to be engulfed by a smell bad enough that he was sure he hadn't encountered anything like it before. "I would say you fart like a girl, but fucking hell!" he complained, burying his nose and mouth in his palm to try and stop the onslaught. He gave John a nudge in the side, even if it was a revenge fart. Something that smelt that bad should be illegal. Strangely enough, he wasn't freaking out this time. Last time, it had been an extremely rude shock and Warren had stressed over it for days. Days that he hadn't seen Lorna and they had been spending a lot of time together lately. It was all one big turn of events, and he wouldn't even profess to knowing how to deal with it or decide what it all meant. Now there had been checking, and there was post-checking, and no freaking out. "So..."
Pyro chuckled as he looked at Warren. "Good thing I'm not about to start playing with my lighter, huh? Last thing we need is going back to Xavier's looking like burned chicken. We're probably already risking enough being MIA." He rubbed his fingers against his lips as he shifted under the sheet and pushed it back just a little further down his torso as he scratched at his belly. Sage had still been looking like she'd wanted to murder John, and he had no idea what to tell Tessa yet, so he hadn't spoken to her. The moment he had a decent explanation for what had occured between him and Warren, he'd work on talking to her. His hand moved back up his body and it came to rest on his chest as he glanced at his bed mate. "Guess we're done checking, so..."
Warren snorted and tried to find a comfortable position again on his side with one draped over his arm like a blanket so it didn't get further ruffled. When he had them restrained under jackets or coats for a long time, it was a lot like writer's cramp and got uncomfortable. Things people probably didn't think about when they wondered what it would be like to have wings. It would be like walking around with your arms strapped to your body... he preferred the freedom of having them loose like they were naturally meant to be. "You can keep your fucking flames to yourself. You've smelt burnt feather, and it's not pleasant. Try being attached to them. Or I could just burn your ass and see how you like it." He exhaled heavily and started picking at a loose thread on the pillow case, watching it intently. "Okay, maybe I'm bi," he finally relented with a small huff.
John rolled over onto his stomach so Warren could get a look at his ass, and smirked. "Think you definitely at least chaffed it going as hard as you did. Not that I'm really complaining. Worse reasons to not be able to sit down than being fucked hard." His blue eyes searched Warren's face intently as he considered his own declaration of bisexuality. It didn't exactly feel like a huge deal - this was Warren, and the truth was Pyro was starting to realise he just liked sex, full stop. Didn't seem to matter if it was gay or straight. Just right now he had a particular liking for gay. He shifted closer to Angel and slipped an arm over his waist as he caught Warren's mouth in a heated kiss. "Me too."
"You know, I always wondered what the appeal of anal sex was," Warren admitted sheepishly when the kiss eased off. They remained in the embrace and it didn't feel weird or wrong. Far from it, actually. It was like hanging out with a mate, only with the added bonus of hot sex and amazing orgasms. "I'm serious. I wondered what the hell could be appealing having something up your ass, let alone over and over again. It sounded painful. Not that I didn't, you know, experiment with chicks. The ones I did it with seemed to love it, but I was always a dude. Didn't think I wanted it. It's just kinda screwed to realise something like this without wondering how the fuck I went all this time without realising."
John nodded as he licked his lips in the wake of the kiss, and tasted Warren there. "Same with head. I couldn't see myself sucking a cock even if I more than love a chick blowing me. Just seems like they're supposed to do it, you know? Why should guys be doing other guys when they got gorgeous chicks surrounding them. Only now... Now I think I kinda get it. It's maybe still a bit to get used to, but fuck... Gotta admit there's something about having your dick in my mouth, or up my ass... Extra set of balls to play with..." Pyro had to shift as even thinking about it was threatening to get him hard, and he really didn't want to be lying on his stomach when it happened. "Just makes me wonder what the hell we're supposed to do about Tessa and Lorna. And us. What this really is..."
Warren pulled his lips to the side in thought. "Does still kinda hurt though. Do you think that gets better? Because, dude, the other day, my ass hurt all day and stung like a bitch in the shower. Not sure it's that bad this time." This was probably a conversation that was supposed to be awkward, but he had been friends with John so long, it didn't seem it. Hell, this was a guy that had literally stopped Warren asphyxiating on his own vomit after benders in school and they had dragged each other back to safety from missions with all sorts of wounds. He was realising now how much he had missed John when he had been away cavorting with the Brotherhood, but it obviously had just been something he shoved to the back of his mind hidden behind anger over the whole Cure thing. It was past, and this was the present. He tentatively brushed his hand over John's back to his ass, taking a few moments to examine how it felt under his palm. His cock sprung to life expectedly and he drew in a small breath, letting it out sharply. "We could be screwed."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it does. I mean, not like your ass always gets a work out, is it? It's a muscle that needs stretching just like anything else. Practice makes perfect, though..." His hand shifted from Warren's hip to his cock once he felt the erection press against him. It was very difficult right then to not have his own cock jump to attention. "Definitely not as bad this time, but still a reminder of what's been going on. Kinda makes me wonder what would have happened years ago if the bisexuality wasn't so latent... We could have been screwed for years. Do we tell them? I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure the jealousy isn't about to stop. I really will keep setting chicks on fire when they hit on you. Not to mention what I'll do to another guy that tries to get your ass."
Warren smirked and looked down at John's hand on his cock, and then to his face, and back again, making sure it was actually John's hand. His brain was still trying to catch up with his physical body. He was just wondering right now if he and John had the capacity for anything more than some hot fucks. Warren couldn't deny he wanted a relationship, and this was going to create some extremely large waves. Would they want to deal with that? "I can't believe you incinerated her handbag, dude. That was Louis Vuitton. She'll probably be crying into her pillow over it for days," he predicted. "I'm gonna tell her. Lorna, I mean. It ain't like we haven't seen the shit that can go down when eyes wander. Hell, Lorna's own eyes wandered in the past, so it's not like she can judge. Tessa, however... dude, she might blast your cock off. Maybe she'd want a threesome?" His eyebrows shot up. "Wow, I said that out loud, didn't I?"
Pyro grinned, and gave Warren's cock a firm squeeze before starting to stroke his hand up and down it, his own jumping in response to images of a threesome. "Fuck, I actually wouldn't mind that. Might be nice... She's at least one chick I wouldn't mind sharing with. We could all have some fun with that. And also? Really don't give a shit what her handbag was. Seriously, man, just how gay are you?" He licked his lips as he turned his gaze downward to watch what he was doing. "I'll risk the blasting. Maybe the idea of a threesome could distract her enough to forget. Does this mean we're exclusive? Not that I'd mind. We already know each other... We've already been on man dates. Man flirted. Man fucked."
Warren's eyes fell closed and a moan fell from his lips. His head came to rest on John's shoulder and he gave his ass a firm squeeze. With John on his stomach, Warren had no access to his stomach, but his butt was there in all its glory and Warren teased his fingers into the cleft of it as he rocked his hips forward to meet the rhythm of John's hand. "I'm not gay, I'm rich," he corrected and then cleared his throat when his voice came out husky. "You wanna be exclusive. Shit, I'm not sure I know how to. I've never been exclusive with anyone. I mean, doesn't mean I didn't want to at some point, but doesn't mean I know what the hell I should do, either."
"I said I wouldn't mind, not that exclusive was the only option. I'm just trying to figure shit out here. If we're not exclusive that tends to mean being open, and free to still see other people. To still fuck other people. We just fuck each other when we feel like it." Pyro sucked in a breath at the feel of Warren's fingers, and rocked back a little to encourage him. "I'm hardly the dating expert. Sage was the closest to my most successful attempt, and look how that's turning out."
Warren scrunched his nose up a little. "Hn," was his response, clearly not impressed by the thought of seeing John with other people. It was weird how the possessiveness kicked in. He had it a little with Besty, but just on the peripheral. He thought they were starting something and then suddenly Bobby's cock was more intriguing. Then there was Lorna. He tried to start something there too, but there was a hint of awkwardness there. "Fuck. Maybe I've been subconsciously sabotaging potential love interests because of this?" he said, blinking as he tried to fathom that, his fingers pausing, even if they were still tucked between the cheeks of John's ass.
John was a little annoyed that Warren's fingers had paused, but that didn't stop his own hand from working the mutant's cock. No way was he letting up. "Maybe it's why I agreed to jump through Sage's hoops. Figured it'd prolong the process while I still got to be with you. I don't know. Nothing feels particularly logical right now, but this... This feels good. It feels right." John raised his eyebrows at Warren. "I feel happy."
Warren shifted just a little bit closer, watching John's face at the last comment. "You sound surprised by that," he noted. He had known John for a long time, but truth was, he had never really specifically seen the guy what he would consider 'happy'. John was never going to be in the hearts and flowers Care bear realms or anything. He had an arrogant and angry streak, and if he didn't, he probably wouldn't have been lured to Magneto's fold. Warren just always figured John preferred to be like that, but now he was really starting to wonder. There was a lot of fresh starts happening around the place lately, he just never lumped himself into the rest of it. At the very least, they seemed to have the ability to make each other feel good physically, and they weren't hurting anyone with what they were doing. John really seemed to have a way with his cock, too, and reaching behind him, Warren grabbed the tube of lube they had the night before and used his teeth to squeeze some out onto his fingers. His lips met John's in a rough kiss when he slid his fingers back into John's ass. He had no issues at prolonging this 'checking' a bit more.
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You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need
You Can't Always Get What You Want - Rolling Stones
Co-written with manipulatefire
It had been quite a long and intense night. By the time the two of them reached New York City, they realised they could both actually really do for some stress relief by way of a bit of boozing and dancing. It took a lot of work to worry if you were about to fuck one of your best mates (again) and like it (again). Warren had booked them into The Plaza, and at least some things never actually changed. They got into a heated argument in the car about even staying there. John thought it was too posh, but Warren refused to stay in a dive. He might be laid back about it, but he was still a millionaire's son. He could be a spoiled shit when he wanted to have his moments. This was one of his moments, and if he was going to be putting his dick in realms (mostly) unknown, he wanted to stay at The Plaza.
He won that argument, but lost the argument about what club they would go boozing at. Although, boozing was a stretch. Neither actually touched more than one beer, super aware that the whole reason they were in the city was not to get pissed and pick up chicks, but to pick each other up, to 'check'... soberly. But they danced, Warren's wings hidden under his coat. There was one point when a chick pinched John's ass and tried to crack on to him, only to have her walk away looking like she wanted to pee her pants after Warren intercepted with a few pointed words. John had merely stood there smirking at him, until Warren told him to go fuck himself and proceeded to start dancing with another woman as revenge. Funnily, her handbag 'accidentally' caught on fire during it and she ran from the club screaming. They knew then that it was probably time to stop the masculine procrastination and headed back to the hotel. There was another moment where Warren ordered a very expensive bottle of French red wine from room service and put some music on the stereo softly while he stood in nothing more than his boxers looking out at the nightline of New York that he had always loved... and did miss living further out in Westchester.
But now it was done. Post-coital and all that. Warren woke up slowly, not even bothering to know what the time was because he really didn't care at that point. He had the messy and loose sheets draped over his hip and this awakening beside John was a lot more to his liking than the last one had been. He pulled his lips to the side a little, still no closer now to even knowing how he was supposed to feel about things. But it was far from romantic... they were still males afterall, and he reached down to indulge in a long scratch of his balls along with a long fart before proceeding to innocently pull the sheet up over John's head and trap him underneath with a wicked grin.
John was only just starting to tug back into consciousness as the smell of Warren's fart assaulted his nose and he let out a groan of protest as he pushed his feet at against the other mutant's legs and ripped the sheet away. "Fuck! Just fuck, man! What the fuck crawled up your ass to produce that stench... That's just disgusting. Seriously, it smells like something fucking died." He scrunched up his nose as he covered his face with his hands and let out another groan. "You're really some date, you know that? Really know how to show a guy a good fucking time. Jesus, dude."
As the smell started to fade somewhat John took his hands away and looked over at Warren. He was once again waking up to Angel with fuck hair, and fuck wings and a general look of having been well fucked, but this time it wasn't such a shock. The smell of his fart was, but not waking up next to Warren. It was something John actually quite liked. Even if he did get a wicked grin of his own as he let off a silent but deadly fart of his own. A ninja fart that would take moments to reach Warren regardless of his head getting trapped under a sheet or not.
"It wasn't a date," Warren replied back immediately with a lethargic stretch as he tried to shake his wings back into some semblance of smooth. It wasn't really working, though and he soon gave up even trying, only to be engulfed by a smell bad enough that he was sure he hadn't encountered anything like it before. "I would say you fart like a girl, but fucking hell!" he complained, burying his nose and mouth in his palm to try and stop the onslaught. He gave John a nudge in the side, even if it was a revenge fart. Something that smelt that bad should be illegal. Strangely enough, he wasn't freaking out this time. Last time, it had been an extremely rude shock and Warren had stressed over it for days. Days that he hadn't seen Lorna and they had been spending a lot of time together lately. It was all one big turn of events, and he wouldn't even profess to knowing how to deal with it or decide what it all meant. Now there had been checking, and there was post-checking, and no freaking out. "So..."
Pyro chuckled as he looked at Warren. "Good thing I'm not about to start playing with my lighter, huh? Last thing we need is going back to Xavier's looking like burned chicken. We're probably already risking enough being MIA." He rubbed his fingers against his lips as he shifted under the sheet and pushed it back just a little further down his torso as he scratched at his belly. Sage had still been looking like she'd wanted to murder John, and he had no idea what to tell Tessa yet, so he hadn't spoken to her. The moment he had a decent explanation for what had occured between him and Warren, he'd work on talking to her. His hand moved back up his body and it came to rest on his chest as he glanced at his bed mate. "Guess we're done checking, so..."
Warren snorted and tried to find a comfortable position again on his side with one draped over his arm like a blanket so it didn't get further ruffled. When he had them restrained under jackets or coats for a long time, it was a lot like writer's cramp and got uncomfortable. Things people probably didn't think about when they wondered what it would be like to have wings. It would be like walking around with your arms strapped to your body... he preferred the freedom of having them loose like they were naturally meant to be. "You can keep your fucking flames to yourself. You've smelt burnt feather, and it's not pleasant. Try being attached to them. Or I could just burn your ass and see how you like it." He exhaled heavily and started picking at a loose thread on the pillow case, watching it intently. "Okay, maybe I'm bi," he finally relented with a small huff.
John rolled over onto his stomach so Warren could get a look at his ass, and smirked. "Think you definitely at least chaffed it going as hard as you did. Not that I'm really complaining. Worse reasons to not be able to sit down than being fucked hard." His blue eyes searched Warren's face intently as he considered his own declaration of bisexuality. It didn't exactly feel like a huge deal - this was Warren, and the truth was Pyro was starting to realise he just liked sex, full stop. Didn't seem to matter if it was gay or straight. Just right now he had a particular liking for gay. He shifted closer to Angel and slipped an arm over his waist as he caught Warren's mouth in a heated kiss. "Me too."
"You know, I always wondered what the appeal of anal sex was," Warren admitted sheepishly when the kiss eased off. They remained in the embrace and it didn't feel weird or wrong. Far from it, actually. It was like hanging out with a mate, only with the added bonus of hot sex and amazing orgasms. "I'm serious. I wondered what the hell could be appealing having something up your ass, let alone over and over again. It sounded painful. Not that I didn't, you know, experiment with chicks. The ones I did it with seemed to love it, but I was always a dude. Didn't think I wanted it. It's just kinda screwed to realise something like this without wondering how the fuck I went all this time without realising."
John nodded as he licked his lips in the wake of the kiss, and tasted Warren there. "Same with head. I couldn't see myself sucking a cock even if I more than love a chick blowing me. Just seems like they're supposed to do it, you know? Why should guys be doing other guys when they got gorgeous chicks surrounding them. Only now... Now I think I kinda get it. It's maybe still a bit to get used to, but fuck... Gotta admit there's something about having your dick in my mouth, or up my ass... Extra set of balls to play with..." Pyro had to shift as even thinking about it was threatening to get him hard, and he really didn't want to be lying on his stomach when it happened. "Just makes me wonder what the hell we're supposed to do about Tessa and Lorna. And us. What this really is..."
Warren pulled his lips to the side in thought. "Does still kinda hurt though. Do you think that gets better? Because, dude, the other day, my ass hurt all day and stung like a bitch in the shower. Not sure it's that bad this time." This was probably a conversation that was supposed to be awkward, but he had been friends with John so long, it didn't seem it. Hell, this was a guy that had literally stopped Warren asphyxiating on his own vomit after benders in school and they had dragged each other back to safety from missions with all sorts of wounds. He was realising now how much he had missed John when he had been away cavorting with the Brotherhood, but it obviously had just been something he shoved to the back of his mind hidden behind anger over the whole Cure thing. It was past, and this was the present. He tentatively brushed his hand over John's back to his ass, taking a few moments to examine how it felt under his palm. His cock sprung to life expectedly and he drew in a small breath, letting it out sharply. "We could be screwed."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it does. I mean, not like your ass always gets a work out, is it? It's a muscle that needs stretching just like anything else. Practice makes perfect, though..." His hand shifted from Warren's hip to his cock once he felt the erection press against him. It was very difficult right then to not have his own cock jump to attention. "Definitely not as bad this time, but still a reminder of what's been going on. Kinda makes me wonder what would have happened years ago if the bisexuality wasn't so latent... We could have been screwed for years. Do we tell them? I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure the jealousy isn't about to stop. I really will keep setting chicks on fire when they hit on you. Not to mention what I'll do to another guy that tries to get your ass."
Warren smirked and looked down at John's hand on his cock, and then to his face, and back again, making sure it was actually John's hand. His brain was still trying to catch up with his physical body. He was just wondering right now if he and John had the capacity for anything more than some hot fucks. Warren couldn't deny he wanted a relationship, and this was going to create some extremely large waves. Would they want to deal with that? "I can't believe you incinerated her handbag, dude. That was Louis Vuitton. She'll probably be crying into her pillow over it for days," he predicted. "I'm gonna tell her. Lorna, I mean. It ain't like we haven't seen the shit that can go down when eyes wander. Hell, Lorna's own eyes wandered in the past, so it's not like she can judge. Tessa, however... dude, she might blast your cock off. Maybe she'd want a threesome?" His eyebrows shot up. "Wow, I said that out loud, didn't I?"
Pyro grinned, and gave Warren's cock a firm squeeze before starting to stroke his hand up and down it, his own jumping in response to images of a threesome. "Fuck, I actually wouldn't mind that. Might be nice... She's at least one chick I wouldn't mind sharing with. We could all have some fun with that. And also? Really don't give a shit what her handbag was. Seriously, man, just how gay are you?" He licked his lips as he turned his gaze downward to watch what he was doing. "I'll risk the blasting. Maybe the idea of a threesome could distract her enough to forget. Does this mean we're exclusive? Not that I'd mind. We already know each other... We've already been on man dates. Man flirted. Man fucked."
Warren's eyes fell closed and a moan fell from his lips. His head came to rest on John's shoulder and he gave his ass a firm squeeze. With John on his stomach, Warren had no access to his stomach, but his butt was there in all its glory and Warren teased his fingers into the cleft of it as he rocked his hips forward to meet the rhythm of John's hand. "I'm not gay, I'm rich," he corrected and then cleared his throat when his voice came out husky. "You wanna be exclusive. Shit, I'm not sure I know how to. I've never been exclusive with anyone. I mean, doesn't mean I didn't want to at some point, but doesn't mean I know what the hell I should do, either."
"I said I wouldn't mind, not that exclusive was the only option. I'm just trying to figure shit out here. If we're not exclusive that tends to mean being open, and free to still see other people. To still fuck other people. We just fuck each other when we feel like it." Pyro sucked in a breath at the feel of Warren's fingers, and rocked back a little to encourage him. "I'm hardly the dating expert. Sage was the closest to my most successful attempt, and look how that's turning out."
Warren scrunched his nose up a little. "Hn," was his response, clearly not impressed by the thought of seeing John with other people. It was weird how the possessiveness kicked in. He had it a little with Besty, but just on the peripheral. He thought they were starting something and then suddenly Bobby's cock was more intriguing. Then there was Lorna. He tried to start something there too, but there was a hint of awkwardness there. "Fuck. Maybe I've been subconsciously sabotaging potential love interests because of this?" he said, blinking as he tried to fathom that, his fingers pausing, even if they were still tucked between the cheeks of John's ass.
John was a little annoyed that Warren's fingers had paused, but that didn't stop his own hand from working the mutant's cock. No way was he letting up. "Maybe it's why I agreed to jump through Sage's hoops. Figured it'd prolong the process while I still got to be with you. I don't know. Nothing feels particularly logical right now, but this... This feels good. It feels right." John raised his eyebrows at Warren. "I feel happy."
Warren shifted just a little bit closer, watching John's face at the last comment. "You sound surprised by that," he noted. He had known John for a long time, but truth was, he had never really specifically seen the guy what he would consider 'happy'. John was never going to be in the hearts and flowers Care bear realms or anything. He had an arrogant and angry streak, and if he didn't, he probably wouldn't have been lured to Magneto's fold. Warren just always figured John preferred to be like that, but now he was really starting to wonder. There was a lot of fresh starts happening around the place lately, he just never lumped himself into the rest of it. At the very least, they seemed to have the ability to make each other feel good physically, and they weren't hurting anyone with what they were doing. John really seemed to have a way with his cock, too, and reaching behind him, Warren grabbed the tube of lube they had the night before and used his teeth to squeeze some out onto his fingers. His lips met John's in a rough kiss when he slid his fingers back into John's ass. He had no issues at prolonging this 'checking' a bit more.
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