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Head and back arching against the pillows behind him at the sudden strike of his prostate, ass still stinging from the quick slap, Desmond felt as if all the breath he had had been taken away from him suddenly in a gasp that left shaking slightly. His whole body felt like it had been lit up with electric pulses resonating straight from his core. His hand left Ocean's own ass to drag blunt nails down his shoulder blades in retaliation. Each hit to his prostate had Desmond rocking back against Ocean harder, hips rushing to meet every thrust Ocean gave. He didn't trust his voice now, not that he was saying much other than low ground out curses as his whole body shook with the pleasure being pounded into him. That familiar warmth in the pit of his stomach was growing into molten lava as he climbed closer towards the peek of climax.