John Magnum grips Beaux Banks’ hips while his tattooed knuckles dig into the smooth muscle of his back, the dark shirt riding up as he pulls him closer for a bruising kiss. Beaux’ shaved head leans into the pressure, his muscular frame pinned against the suit jacket’s stiff lapel, fingers tracing the sharp lines of Magnum’s ribs. The air hums with the weight of their bodies, one dominant, the other yielding.
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