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Marshall pushes Barnaby against the wall and lifts his leg up. He starts kissing and biting at his neck. Barnaby throws his head back and moans. "Please" he breathes out. They start rubbing their crotches together and Marshall is already rock hard.

Barnaby turns around and yanks his pants down. Marshall pushes his pants down and grabs the small bottle of lube. "Should I put on a strap on?" Barnaby laughs. "Oh my god" Marshall laughs and puts his tip at his entrance.

"Later on maybe" he whispers to him, making Barnaby smirk. He thrusts in and waits. Barnaby is already breathless. "Go" he whispers. Marshall starts thrusting in over and over again. Barnaby pushes his ass back making the feeling even better.

"I love you so much" Marshall pants. "I love you too" Barnaby whines. After a couple more thrusts they both finish and collapse onto the bed next to them. "So about the strap on..."

"Later on when I have strength" Marshall laughs, out of breath.

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