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I keep going to comment and get distracted by rimming thoughts. Because, hmmmmmmm.

Also, I should be disturbed about how hot this is, but I'm so not.

Justin groans, the sound low, dirty, his fingers flexing as he reaches out and grabs the wool of Chris' neck.

Determined to make it good, JC takes Justin's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and wet as he looks up at Justin and Chris. The way their heads are together -- wool and hair, closed eyes and wide -- and JC relaxes his throat, taking in more, Justin's legs shaking in response.

Chris makes a sound, low and soothing, then he's licking again, long tongue pushing deep into Justin's ass and JC pulls off a little, needing to watch as Justin's free hand scrabbles against the quilt, his mouth open as he pants for breath.

It's a beautiful sight and JC pulls back completely, ignoring the protesting whine as he runs his hand along Justin's inner thigh, trailing across smooth skin until his fingertips are against the heat of Chris' tongue, against Justin, already slick, open as JC presses in. Justin fucking himself on fingers and tongue.