Alex Mecum pins Jacob Peterson in a brutal submission, his forearm locked tight against the mat as the blond’s breath rages through gritted teeth. They grapple in a tangled mess of sweat and muscle, wrestling shoes scuffing the mat as one flips the other into a kneeling straddle, fingers digging into shoulders from the struggle. The striped backdrop fades behind them as Jacob’s body arches under Alex’s weight, their mouths crashing together in a kiss that tastes of exertion and dominance.
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