Tristan Jaxx grips the rope as his bald, tattooed frame presses against the metal bars, his knuckles dark with pre-cum while he strokes himself with slow, deliberate strokes. Drake Jaden stands close, his presence looming as Tristan’s grip tightens, the rope cutting into his wrist with every thrust. The air hums with the sound of skin against flesh, each pull of his fist drawing a sharp exhale from the man behind him.
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