"I did," Seamus agreed, lifting one hand to curl around the back of Justin's neck as he tilted his own head to give Justin better access. The soft brush of Justin's lips, the warmth of his breath, woke goosebumps down Seamus's neck and he moaned softly. "I wouldn't object to doing things the other way around," he offered, his voice both a little rougher and a little more accented. Now that this was something that was happening more than once, it wasn't quite so urgent that he get his own way. "Whatever you want, Justin." He reached for him, sliding his free hand under his shirt to stroke bare skin.
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