Rodney Steele and Trent Ferris kneel over Sam Truitt, their tattoos glinting under the light as Steele’s beard brushes his neck while Ferris licks deep into his chest. Truitt lies still, his muscular frame stretched taut as Steele grips his shoulders, fingers digging in before Ferris takes his mouth again, tongue probing the sensitive skin between his ribs. The bed creaks as Steele shifts, his weight pressing down just enough to make Truitt’s breath hitch, then Ferris is back, teeth grazing the pulse point before he pulls away, leaving a trail of wetness.
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