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A flush of red hit Desmond's cheeks at the deep passionate kiss, gathering his senses enough to return the kiss. It'd been a while since he'd felt those lips on his and it seemed they both wanted to show each other how much it was missed during their time apart. When they pulled away from each other and Ocean asked whether or not he loved him, Desmond immediately became flustered. "Do I love you or just like the sex?" he repeated, voice quick. "I don't know...both? I dunno if this is love, but I know it sucked not having you around." The admittance caused him to sigh and run a hand through already messy strands of hair. "It's not that I don't want you around it's just I--"

Desmond cut himself off, shaking his head. Maybe later.

Instead he grasped Ocean's chin between two fingers, tight enough to turn his head so Desmond could see the bruise more clearly but light enough for Ocean to pull away if he wanted. "I hope the other guy looks worse," he commented lightly, a slight chiding tone in his voice. "What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time, Blue?"