Andy Kay’s tattooed arms grip Atlanta Grey’s hips as he pins him to the desk, his shaved head leaning down for a rough kiss that turns into Atlanta’s mouth being forced open, his light hair tangled in Kay’s fingers while he sucks him deep. The blackboard behind them stays silent as Kay’s fingers probe Atlanta’s hole, preparing him before slamming inside with a slow, deliberate thrust that leaves Atlanta’s back arched against the wood.
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