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Oh. OH! Justin loves Chris so much! &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts

And dude. What a place to leave it!

"JC," Justin says, hesitant. "I think... It's just..." He looks at Llama!Chris and brushes a kiss against his nose then drops to his knees, pressing his face against Chris'. They both look up at JC, brown eyes and blue. "I know we planned this, and you did all that research, but it's so clinical, and I think, if you helped, I could take him."

Heat curls in JC's belly as he imagines Justin lying on the bale, knees bent, his legs spread, ankles pushed into the covered straw. It's not what they planned, but he's moving forward anyway, kneeling so he can wrap an arm around Chris' neck, leaning in so he can lick across Justin's mouth.

"I know you can," JC says, he turns and looks at Chris, because even if he is a llama he has a say. "Is this okay? You fucking Justin?"

Llama!Chris can't talk, but he can communicate and he rolls his eyes before butting Justin hard in the chest. Arms whirling, Justin falls back against the bale, any protest bitten off when Chris licks a long decisive strip between Justin's legs.

JC smiles, he couldn't have said it better himself.