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[rictor_scale]

[continued from here]The 'dear boy' thing was nice, but it made him feel like he was twelve and about to get lectured by some old British head master at a private school. Some people might have liked that, but Rictor's opinion the scenario just wasn't that sexy. "My name's Julio actual--" Huh. He hadn't expected that at all. "Ly." Most of the time

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[apostatesupreme]

I was rather less concerned about the injurious nature of my actions than I was about fucking the lad, to tell you the truth. So blood and guts be damned, I nailed him there with a bit of pressure from my hips and swept in to kissed him with my usual, spunky abandon while the surf lapped at my calves.

[rictor_scale]

Luckily the pebble was small and easy to move on of the way without much movement. It wasn't all that easy though since he was being kissed and that was more interesting. Ditto for the pressure being applied.

The pebble also kept one of his hands busy for a few seconds, but then he moved it down to join the other one as he worked on slowly removing Lucifer's wet jeans. Slowly because they were wet. Not because he was all that interested in taking him time.

[apostatesupreme]

'Don't fret about tearing something,' I muttered against his lips, grinding down against him before my equipment was even fully free of the clinging denim.

[rictor_scale]

Rictor chuckled at that before peeling away more of the clinging denim and tugging at Lucifer's lower lip with his teeth. He would have had a hard time tearing the jeans off, but whatever. "Hm. I'll keep that in mind."