Drew Dixon’s tattooed, muscular frame pins Julian Grey against the bed as his lips crush into a bruising kiss, fingers digging into the dark-haired man’s shoulders. Julian kneels before him, gripping the sheets while Dixon’s grip tightens, pulling him closer for a rough, open-mouthed claim. The air hums with the weight of their bodies, one dominant, one yielding, no words, just the press of skin and the promise of what follows.
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