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[squeezes Diarmuid's hand before finally letting it go to undo his shirt, upping the ante in the kiss]

[runs his own hand to drag up Ky's side, pulling his shirt up before slipping his hand beneath the hem to press against his side]

[slides the tip of his tongue along Diarmuid's lips, pushing his shirt up to find sensitive spots]

[those spots sure exist,eliciting soft catches in his breath and restless shifts on Ky's lap]

[rocks up against him, pulling him down to grind]

[groans low in his throat and shifts his legs so he can rock his hips into him. he runs his hand back up Ky's side under his shirt, finding a nipple and rolling it beneath his thumb]

[breath hitches, arching in surprise, but breaks the kiss to kiss down his neck as they rocked]

[and slips his hand at Diarmuid's back down to his butt]

Ky...

[he moans softly as other small noises escape him. he turns his head, nuzzling his neck before flicking his tongue out to drag it against the skin]

You were marked... [murmurs, sucking at a spot he recalled from before]

[shudders, panting softly against his neck, and slides a hand around his shoulder and into his hair to hold him there]

[sucks harder, teeth scraping over the spot before he soothed with his tongue, sliding his hand under Diarmuid's shirt to rub at a nipple]

[makes a slightly choked sound, rocking forward again to grind them together]

[muffles a groan against him, biting him roughly as he reached between them to get their jeans open]

[gasps softly, tightening his fingers in Ky's hair and pulling him back just slightly so he can catch his mouth in a deep and hungry kiss. he squeezes his nipple and slides his hand down his abdomen and into the front of his jeans as soon as they're unfastened]

[kisses him roughly back, batting Diarmuid's hand away to pull him close and thrust against him instead]

[groans into the kiss sliding his hand around his waist to drag his nails across his lower back while he grinds down against him]

[moves with him, deepening the kiss and sliding a hand down under the back of Diarmuid's jeans]

[arches his back with a deep groan against the kiss. he runs his hand up his back, drawing it back around to scrape nails across his nipple]

[groans and breaks the kiss, pulling back enough to get Diarmuid's shirt off]

You are seriously focused on that- [mutters, but threads his fingers gently through Diarmuid's hair]

[pushes Ky's shirt up and off during the break in the kiss and ducks his head to catch the other nipple with his teeth sucking hard as he runs his tongue over it]

[gasps sharply, his grip in Diarmuid's hair tightening and tugging]

[groans without moving from the nipple but slides both of his hands down over Ky's sides, massaging and squeezing when he reaches his hips]

[tugs again, grinding again]

Not there- [grits out]

[shifts back, running his thumbs over the hollows of his hip as he starts biting his way down Ky's side slowly. he finally sinks low enough to replace one hand with his mouth, scraping his teeth over the hipbone as his hand slides back into the front of his jeans]

[breath hitches at that, shifting to give him some room, watching as much as he could]

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