Jude could barely even breathe it felt so good. He'd spent a lot of time, and many nights, imagining what this sort of thing would feel like with Beckett and it was fair to say that it was better than he'd thought it would be. He squirmed a little as his toes curled inwards, and when Beckett started to kiss his way up his abdomen he let out a breath of relief mixed with a wine of frustration. The kiss served as a good distraction, though, and he kissed back, eager to taste himself as his hands worked to get Beckett's shirt off.
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