[Sam260]

"Aw, yeah..." Ocean growled at that whine, cock throbbing harder and pulsating against Desmond's thigh "You okay, Dezzy?" Ocean rumbled softly, kissing over the other's jaw and cheek, nipping at his ear lightly. Fingers continued their designated work, stretching Desmond even wider and working him open even more. He was now just actively thrusting them in and out, working the fingers deeper - there were three of them now and Ocean's fingers weren't exactly on the thin side either. If, by chance, Ocean occasionally struck Desmond's prostate, it was purely by design; It was obvious that Ocean was aiming for Desmond's prostate, wanting to give the young man as much pleasure as possible.