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"Ezra, do you even realize what you're doing right now?"
At the low voice that blew right into his ear, a second later, he instantly realized what he was currently doing, Ezra rutting his dick forward, his body taking control over his consciousness— chasing the sensation, moving his hips in desperate little circles as he grinded down onto Raphael's hard abs.
Letting out a low chuckle, Raphael squeezed his ass cheeks, kneading them, his hands big enough that just holding them made them spread open. He pressed his hips harder, as if encouraging him to keep on doing it.
"Your precum is sticking to my shirt, Ezra. Don't come yet."
That. He wanted it, he wanted to come. Maybe after that he would think more clearly, maybe If he let it all out, this boiling hot sensation inside his stomach would finally go away.