Whatever You Like - Closed to Lore NWS

[whatdoesithurt]

"What's the appeal," he said, shrugging his jacket off before letting Lore do what he pleased with his arms. "Tell me. What do you get from tying me up?" John was clearly pleased, loving Lore's words, the way a smug enjoyment was flitting across his face."Yes," he said, lifting his head to look down at Lore as his mouth moved over his chest and

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"Utterly, totally, and completely," he responded against his skin, tone somewhere between playful and dark and sinister. And Lore wouldn't have something if it wasn't in some way perfect, and the man beneath him was absolutely glorious.

He dropped his hands to undo his pants, slightly damp tongue darting against John's abdomen right beneath his navel.

It was really no wonder why the term "master" was so appealing.

[whatdoesithurt]

"All of those," he whimpered, lifting his head again, "and more. Whatever you want, really." The phrase at your mercy was beginning to gain more meaning.

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Lore threw a dominating, possessive look up the length of John's body. But it was fleeting, temporary, before he crept down and tugged John's pants as he went. "Then I want you to say that you're wanted."

He wouldn't let any of his things think they weren't. He wanted them. He'd opted to stay instead of leave, after all.

[whatdoesithurt]

"I am wanted," this he knew very well, despite what certain parts of his subconscious told him, "I am, I know I am." That look had sent heat down his spine so that he had to arch his back a little, shifting again.