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The increase in pace had Desmond leaning forward more, his hand moving from Ocean's waist to his shoulder as he let some of his weight lean on the body beneath him. His breathing picked up again as every slam of his prostate sent him closer to his second orgasm of the night. "Fuck...Ocean," he got out in a low moan, his grip on Ocean's shoulder tightening and his movements becoming sporadic. His eyes closed tightly as his already overly stimulated body tightened around Ocean.