Sam Truitt pins Tony Salerno’s shoulders into the mattress while his fingers dig into the dark-haired man’s tight chest, tracing the ridges of his muscles. The blond’s lips crash into Tony’s neck as his other hand slides down, slick with anticipation, to tease the tight hole already flushed with need. Their bodies press together, rough and demanding, the bed creaking under the weight of their urgency.
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