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Rolling his head back and to the side, Ocean's lips and words heating against his ear, Desmond rested the back of his head against the crook of his shoulder so he could meet blue eyes out of the corner of his own. "You say that like you don't like it," Desmond teased, the words practically a purr as he leaned forward on his elbows and arched his back to press his ass against Ocean's hips and stiff cock. A groan escaped him as he felt Ocean rut against him. He bit his lip, having to be careful about what he said now, control was slipping and he didn't want to influence Ocean in anyway.