Brad Powers leans into Johnny Rapid as he grips the laptop, his fingers tracing the screen while the other man’s arm wraps tight around his waist, muscles flexing against the bookshelf’s shadowed edge. Johnny’s head tilts back, throat exposed as Brad’s mouth closes over it, teeth scraping just hard enough to make him still. The laptop stays open, forgotten, as Brad’s hand slides lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of Johnny’s pants before pulling them down.
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