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Damien couldn't take it anymore. All of that attention to his rear was driving him insane. His cock was pressed firmly to his jeans now, only the thin material of his underwear to cushion the friction. He reached down and brought one of Jamie's hands to his chest, sliding it under his shirt while he did the same to him. He lingered mostly on his abdomen for awhile before he slid his hand up higher, never losing tempo with the kiss and even going back to nibbling on Jamie's lips and tongue. He just needed a little more...just a little more...he just couldn't get greedy. He wanted to shove Jamie's hand down his pants if he wasn't going to get fucked today, but he knew Jamie still had that damn barrier up and Damien needed to take baby steps. Touching skin wasn't necessarily...a giant leap, was it?
To Damien, a leap would be getting Jamie to at least pin him to the air conditioning unit and settle for dry-humping.
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