[John shifted enough to be able to look at Mycroft again, his breathing having picked up slightly. He shook his head; he wanted to come, yeah, but not like this (even if the thought of coming in Mycroft's mouth was pretty tempting)]
I think I want a little more than this.
[He smiled then, trying to beckon the other to come closer.]
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I think I want a little more than this.
[He smiled then, trying to beckon the other to come closer.]