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"How do you feel?"

Seamus let out a half-hysterical laugh, wincing as the motion did strange things to where his arse was stretched wide around Dean's cock. "I've been better."

Dean bit his lip, his eyes filling with concern. "Is it too much? I can—"

"Don't you dare," Seamus breathed, his hand grabbing Dean's hip. He moaned as the change in angle rubbed Dean's dick against his prostate. "Just—getting used to it. I'm ready for you to move."

"Yeah? You're okay?"

"Never better. But I definitely wouldn't be against trying to top it."

"Fuck, yeah," Dean gasped. "Hold tight."