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George held his gaze and took him again, all the way down, without breaking eye contact once.
John's mouth opened soundlessly. He felt the moment George's throat accommodated him, felt the specific warmth of it, the impossible soft heat of it, and he was looking at George's face and George was looking at his, and George had tears tracking down his cheeks now—not from distress, John understood instinctively, just from the involuntary physics of the thing, just the body doing what it did, but they were there, glinting in the golden light, and his lashes were dark and damp and clumped together, and his lips were stretched and full and there was spit and pre-cum at the corners of his mouth and his nose was pressed right up against the hair at the base of John’s cock, and he looked gut-wrenchingly gorgeous.
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John deciding he needs to give George a call after waking up bewildered and disoriented from a very peculiar and erotic dream.