[John's going to get a lot stronger of a scent now that Victor's been pinned to the wall. He's not much for playing passive and submissive in any kind of exchange, especially with someone whose name isn't spelled R-o-m-a-n, but it might be the pills influencing a bit more of a masochistic streak.
He rolls his hips forward, dragging them against John's thigh with an awfully pleased groan slipping through gloved fingers. No doubt reeking to John of sharp arousal, cigarette smoke, and gun powder in some dangerously potent musk.
Beneath all of that, however, is the cloyingly sweet stink of milk.]
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He rolls his hips forward, dragging them against John's thigh with an awfully pleased groan slipping through gloved fingers. No doubt reeking to John of sharp arousal, cigarette smoke, and gun powder in some dangerously potent musk.
Beneath all of that, however, is the cloyingly sweet stink of milk.]