[ There are tricks he remembers, preferences of Molly's that stuck in his head like glue the first time he ever did this, like the way when he pulls back to mouth around the tip he knows to rub his lips under the flared crown and suck with little finesse, loud, wet noises slickly filling the room from where he's worshipping his boyfriend from his lap. Tonguing the slit, he glances up and blinks dazedly, eyes blown dark, and takes his time sucking on him. ]
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