Julian Armanis grips Yves Caradine’s hips hard as he pins him to the towel, the salt-kissed air thick with the sound of their breath and the distant crash of waves. Caradine’s dark hair falls forward as he arches into the pressure, his fingers digging into Julian’s shoulders while his mouth opens wide for the deep, hungry kiss. The wet sand beneath them glistens under the sun as Julian’s grip tightens, pulling Caradine’s body flush against his.
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