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Desmond could feel the hardness in Ocean's jeans against his hip, his own erection pressing against the confines of his jeans. A small noise made it's way out of his mouth at the feeling of Ocean's tongue against his ear. "Someone's impatient," he chided, pushing his hip forward slightly enough to press more firmly against the hard heat there. Grasping onto the front of Ocean's tight jeans, he used his free hand to open the door to his room . He took a few steps inside, the disappearing support of the door leaving him to quickly adjust. With the flick of his thumb against the button, Ocean's jeans came undone and more loosely against his hips. Desmond ran his fingers along the top of Ocean's jeans with a grin, teasing the skin there. "What's your rush, Blue?"