Rogue Status grips Aarin Asker’s hips, his tattooed knuckles rough against bare skin as he fingers him open, the dark hair on his chest pressed tight to the couch. Aarin’s mouth wraps around Rogue’s thick cock, swallowing deep while his own fingers dig into the muscular shoulders of the man above him, the hair on his chest and arms thick with sweat. The couch creaks under their weight as Rogue leans down, his lips crashing into Aarin’s in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way past teeth.
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