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A pleasured grunt escaped Ocean as those fingers wrapped around his cock; christ those could stay there forever and he would be insanely satisfied. He managed to push Desmond's shirt up and off with his free hand, his other still actively working that nipple "Words are like water... I can manipulate them too." He teased, smirking and winking as he bent his head to capture Desmond's lips in another steamy kiss. He managed to get them stopped before the bed so he could pull his own shirt off, both that and his jacket falling to the floor with a loud thunk. Desmond's shirt was hanging on his wrist, the one attached to the hand in his pants.

Dark blue eyes trailed down to the hand in his pants and he smirked a little "I can, and definitely will, follow through with everything I've said..." He paused to just playfully make his cock throb in Desmond's grasp "However, we both still have pants on and I have this little problem where a warm hand is wrapped around my dick... So, we might have to change those two situations to better suit what we want done."