For Prior

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Every pair of pants that Roger wore were so tight that he was pretty much the last to know when he was aroused, but pressed so close to Prior... he knew. And he was sure Prior did, too.

The kiss rolled on and Roger wound both arms around Prior, his whole body eager and leaning into the other man.

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[priorlives]

Prior let his hands drop down from Roger's neck, sliding down his bare chest, hooking thumbs into the waistband of his jeans. Then he slid the palm of one hand downward briefly, brushing over the outline of Roger's cock, before meeting both at the fastenings on his jeans, unpopping the first button, eyes meeting Roger's.

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Thanks, once again, to the southward bloodflow, Roger had no trace of memory as to why they hadn't done something like whatever was about to happen in the first place. The way Prior was looking at him and the feel of his hand... he wanted to close his eyes, but he didn't want to miss a fucking second of that look.

He licked his lips and kissed Prior again, grateful. Eager.

[priorlives]

Prior for one had appreciate the slow buildup of this relationship, if only because it had been a while, but... you could only wait so long before the waiting was just gratuitous. And Prior had been wanting for weeks now to do this.

This being what he had in mind as he finished unfastening Roger's jeans, and then pushed them down over his hips, Prior moving down with them, getting down on his knees.

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A wave of dizziness hit Roger square in the chest as Prior got to his knees. It was very hard to misconstrue what Prior had just done (Roger's shoes were tied and there were no dollar bills laying around), but Roger found himself really fucking hoping that he wasn't wrong.

But, then again, he was nervous. Mark had been the last to do this, and before that? Christ, probably April.

So he just... stood, docile and hard and watching Prior.