[ His fingers trail over the warmth of Rowan's chest, sliding up to knot into the back of his ruffled hair where he can find purchase. Giving as good as he gets, his kisses are sloppy, a mess of focus and distraction when he feels the button of his jeans popped open.
He helps where he can, lifting his hips and shimmying out of the fabric when it's tugged down, the light blue boxer briefs beneath getting tugged down too. He doesn't make a move to stop that, the underwear pulling down enough that soon enough the thick root of his cock is visible. ]
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He helps where he can, lifting his hips and shimmying out of the fabric when it's tugged down, the light blue boxer briefs beneath getting tugged down too. He doesn't make a move to stop that, the underwear pulling down enough that soon enough the thick root of his cock is visible. ]