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Continued from here.
"The hell you will," says Duck, still grinning. "You put clothes on, you're in trouble."
"Then I guess dinner can wait," says Geoffrey, hitting the steps almost at a jog. "I think you can probably find something else to do with your mouth anyway, if you try hard enough."
"Might could." Duck jogs up behind him, grabbing two handfuls of Geoffrey's ass as soon as they cross the threshold.
Geoffrey leads them straight to the bed - he isn't joking about the mild sunburn and figures this'll be a lot more comfortable on an actual mattress anyway - and lets Duck decide what to do about the shorts that he's still wearing, nevermind all of Duck's clothes.
"The hell you will," says Duck, still grinning. "You put clothes on, you're in trouble."
"Then I guess dinner can wait," says Geoffrey, hitting the steps almost at a jog. "I think you can probably find something else to do with your mouth anyway, if you try hard enough."
"Might could." Duck jogs up behind him, grabbing two handfuls of Geoffrey's ass as soon as they cross the threshold.
Geoffrey leads them straight to the bed - he isn't joking about the mild sunburn and figures this'll be a lot more comfortable on an actual mattress anyway - and lets Duck decide what to do about the shorts that he's still wearing, nevermind all of Duck's clothes.