Chase Vallon kneels between Ian Levine’s thighs, his tongue tracing the tight ring while lube glistens on his fingers. Ian lies back on the couch, gripping the armrests as Vallon’s smooth, athletic body leans in for a deep kiss, his dark hair framing the intensity. The air hums with the wet sound of lips and the slow press of fingers inside, both men lost in the rhythm of what they’re doing.
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