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[broil]

Ohh - [A dragged out sound, hips immediately arching without pushing himself any deeper. There's always a special thrill when his cock is felt through warm lips for the first time, and as soon as John picks up a rhythm, Petre is working with it, rolling slowly.]

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[ John groans softly, his eyes lifting to Petre's face. He sets a slow steady rhythm for now, his hand curling around the base of Petre's cock, moving in time with his mouth. His other hand splays warmly across Petre's thigh, bracing himself, but also squeezing here and there. ]

[broil]

[He releases little sounds, some of them startled, the others completely indulged, wishing he had both hands free so he could grab at Constantine's hair, pull it a bit, even yank whenever he hit a particularly good spot. He decides to just drink up the rest and place the glass down wherever possible, have another drag from the cigarette and follow through with his intentions.

Sorry it if hurts.]

Fuck, that's - yeah, that's good -

[Keep at it for another few minutes.]