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[sunburned]

And perhaps it's inevitable that he ends up here. His head's still reeling and he's not sure what he's about. More than anything, he needs to feel pinned down in the universe. He needs to feel certain about his place in something. So he goes to Priestly, prepared to explain himself if neecessary.

Basically, he just needs to feel comforted.
He doesn't care if it's selfish.

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[sunburned]

His hand comes up, fisting in the front of Priestly's shirt, holding him to the kiss, pressing forward with his tongue and groaning at the taste of his own come on Priestly's lips.

[renaissanceman]

"Better?" says Priestly, finally standing up all the way to stretch his body out, arms above his head and all, before leaning in to touch his lips to John's again.

[sunburned]

"Better," he says, hand coming up to cradle the side of Priestly's face, holding him to the kiss. "Now you."

[renaissanceman]

"Nah, that's all right," says Priestly. He can take care of himself; soon, he hopes. John doesn't need to worry about that. "I've got it all under control."

[sunburned]

"What if I want to?" he asks, a somewhat defiant tilt to his chin. "What if, right now, it's all that I want?"

[renaissanceman]

"In that case," says Priestly, kissing him again, "who am I to stop you from doing what you really want to do?"

[sunburned]

Granby's on his feet quickly, pulling Priestly in with a hand on the back of his neck, kissing him hard and hungry, knee pressing forward between Priestly's to urge them wider.

[renaissanceman]

Priestly almost loses his balance it's so unexpected...but certainly not unwelcome. He yields easily to the pressure; this, too, is the way John wants it to be. Though, selfishly, Priestly is enjoying the hell out of everything that they do.