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"You'll be impressed. Guaranteed." He couldn't offer money back, but he didn't plan on disappointing, either, so there was no sense. Blue eyes only grew darker as he watched those jeans slide down those slim hips and legs. Christ, the man was gorgeous, though he suspected Desmond knew that, used it to his advantage, obviously. When asked for help, Ocean seemingly obliged, grasping onto the jeans and giving them a good tug to get them off, though he held onto Desmond's ankles afterwards, tugging the other closer as he lowered himself onto the bed, those skinny legs going around his waist.

He growled as he kissed Desmond softly "This is perfect." He rumbled, one hand going up to push some of the hair out of Desmond's face and then run his fingers through that teal hair. Hips pushed down and easily rocked against the others, their cocks aligning to rock along another "When's the last time you fucked, Des?"