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We Don't Talk Anymore (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Jack helped him lay back in the bed and bit his lip as he moved to tug off Clyde's boxers.
 
His flared head felt weird but not unpleasant. He was almost silky around his lips, soft and smooth to work with.
 
He lapped them up instantly, still working him as best he could. He continued for a while, and began picking up his pace.
 
"Y-You don't...have to...!" He was cut off by a loud cry as he suddenly erupted down his throat.
 
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