Matt Stevens grips Sean Cross’s hips, his thick fingers sliding deep as the other man arches into the touch, his beard rough against the curve of his throat. The bed creaks under their weight, the bald, hairy chest pressed flush with the one beneath him, lips locked in a wet, bruising kiss. A close-up captures the way Sean’s fingers dig into the sheets, his hole stretched open by Stevens’s relentless thrusts.
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