Matthieu Pique’s thick, dark hair brushes Ashton Montana’s smooth chest as he pins him down, fingers digging into the stocky frame while their mouths lock in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The weight of Pique’s body presses Ashton into the mattress, his hands gripping the sheets as the taller man’s tongue forces its way past lips parted just enough to let him in. The air hums with the wet sound of their breathing, the only noise in the room as Pique’s grip tightens, pulling Ashton’s head back by the hair.
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