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Grinning into the kiss, he let his teeth trail against lips as his legs tightened around Ocean and a hand came up to trail along the muscles of the other's back. A small noise of pleasure escaped him at the simple motion of Ocean's fingers in his hair and the sound grew louder as hips moved and the heat and firmness of Ocean's cock rubbed tantalizingly against his own. Face flushed from their actions, and the sound that had escaped him, Desmond arched himself up again. The motion increased the pressure around their cocks as gave a small rock of his own hips in response.

"Too fucking long," he managed to get out, rocking against the other again and pulling him closer with his legs. "Before I got here, after a gig at a club." Moving his lips to Ocean's shoulder so he could follow the tribal pattern on his shoulder, following some of the designs to his chest where he let his teeth graze against Ocean's nipple. Eyes lighting up even more, if that were possible, Desmond looked up at Ocean between stray strands of teal with a smirk. "How about you?" His tongue came between his lips after the question, taking a moment to circle the bud with the warm metal stud in his tongue.