C Young Gods

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By the time Ocean was thrusting his fingers in and out of him, every odd thrust of his digits striking that bundle of nerves inside him, Desmond had his forehead pressed into the pillows. His breathing was already hard as he pushed back against those fingers when he could, noises slipping between his teeth every now and again. For just having Ocean's fingers in him he was pretty stimulated but the heat in his stomach left him wanting. "More," he managed between the hits to his prostate, biting his lip when he felt the familiar melodic sound to the end of his voice. It wasn't enough to actually influence Ocean but enough to show Desmond the threat was there as he swallowed it down. "Please."