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JC loves to be rimmed and he can just imagine how incredible it must feel. He can almost feel it, so hot and wet, teasing his ass like it's teasing Justin's. God.

He bites down hard on his lip, he needs to stay focussed so he can help them. He groans and presses his face into soft wool, and then edges his fingers back up, cupping Justin's balls for a moment.

Chris makes a some sort of yearning llama noise and JC opens his eyes again. He dips his fingers down, gets them slick with spit, then wraps them around Justin's cock.

Justin cries out as JC begins to jack him, he sounds almost broken and his hands are fisted so tightly in the quilt. He's so, so beautiful.

"That's it, J. Just feel that, isn't it awesome what Chris does for you? Feels... yeah. Feels so fucking good. Let yourself go."

Justin shakes his head from side to side, never opening his eyes.

"It's okay," JC says. "It isn't greedy. Do it for Chris, 'cause... he's got so much stamina now--"

Chris makes another strange llama noise.

"Oh, yeah, man. Didn't I tell you?" Chris doesn't answer, but he's busy, so that's okay. "Yeah, llamas have all sorts of stamina, man. So this is going to be so good, but better if Justin gets one off first."

"Chris..." Justin pants.

JC bends forward, trying not to bump noses with Chris. "It's okay," he tells Justin again, before licking the head of his cock."