Ty Roderick grips Adam Russo’s hips, his tattooed arms flexing as he pins the bearded man down on the couch, lips crashing into his mouth. Russo’s dark hair falls forward as Roderick’s fingers dig into his waist, pulling him flush against the bare chest. The couch creaks under their weight, the only sound between ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin meeting skin.
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