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[onlyoneof]

[SHOOTING LINCOLN IN THE FACE.

I mean.

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[onlyoneof]

[I'm on top but somehow it doesn't feel like I'm topping]

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[TOPPING FROM THE BOTTOM, YEAHHHHHhhhhh.]

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[nips at his earlobe]

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['s breath hitches at that.]

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[does it again]

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[jkgfdlk.]

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[the tables have turned, nips at his neck]

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[. . . damnit peter bishop.]

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[will keep this up unless he's told to stop]

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[taps against his hand harshly.]

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[okay, I guess that's almost being told. Pauses, grinning against Lincoln's neck]

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— take it easy . . .

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I am.

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. . .

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You're the one not wearing a shirt.

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And whose fault is that . . . ?

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Yours.

[tries to roll over and pull Lincoln on top instead]

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[. . . well okay.]

Not exactly.

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You made me want to make out with you.

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By saying "bulldog."

[leaning in to kiss him anyway.]

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It wasn't-- [kissing is awesome]

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[shhh only escapism now.]

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[is a lot better at this with Lincoln leading]

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[it's mostly kissing and some touching, but all of it is very restrained and gentle — not needy or frustrated.]

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[I WASN'T NEEDY GDIT. But Peter is relaxing, very gradually]