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The tight grasp his hair was caught in had his cock throbbing and his skin shivering with goosebumps. The warmth between their legs seemed to be getting unbearable, Desmond's hips moving on their own in search for a relief from the heat gathering in the pit of his stomach. Without really thinking about it his mind went to the 'asshole' he'd stolen his lunch from in the cafeteria, wondering briefly if it had been him before he pushed the thought away with a particularly stronger rock of his hips and a quick bite at one of the dark lines of the tattooed ray on Ocean's ribs.

"Lubricant's in the drawer," Desmond answered between nips and licks at the ray, following that tribal pattern, pointing towards the drawer on the left side of the bed. He'd had that of course for getting himself off, but was pretty sure there would be no condoms in there. He hadn't fucked anyone since arriving at university and the few people he knew he wasn't interested in so stockpiling hadn't crossed his mind. Raising an eyebrow as he peeked over at the drawer, briefly taking his attention away from the tattoo, he offered a small shrug. "How good's your pull-out game?" He laughed lightly before turning his attention back to the lines of ribs and the tattoo.