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"Since when were you so sensitive?" Pedri teased, finding his partner's arousal amusing. "Shut up." Ferran groaned, his voice almost cracking into a moan as his tongue dragged across his lips, those same lips bent forward to place their print of the side of his neck. "Since when did you get so good at this? You've been practising on other guys that aren't me?" His free hand snaked down again to Pedri's hip, the other one cupping his face, his thumb still stroking the midfielder's jaw tenderly. "No, idiot." Pedri growled, but there was no real bite behind his words. There was an actual bite, though, the one he placed upon Ferran's neck, nipping at it like a cat provoked. "Oh, don't play that game with me, Pedri." Ferran's voice lowered, the taller man's stubbly beard rubbing against his untouched cheek. "You don't wanna bite first, I bite harder." "I want that. I want you." That was all Ferran needed to hear.

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