Damian grips Nick Decker’s shoulders as he pins him to the couch, the graphic on his t-shirt stretched taut over his chest, while the other’s dark hair falls forward as he opens his mouth for a deep, rough kiss. Their muscles ripple under the pressure, the blond’s beard rough against the clean-shaven one’s jaw as they lock together, hands gripping each other’s waist tight. The way Damian’s fingers dig in tells you this isn’t just about the kiss.
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