Nick Milani lies spread-eagled on the couch, his shaved head pressed into the cushions as Dallas Steele, dark-haired, bearded, and built like a brick wall, looms over him, gripping his hips with tattooed hands. The bearded man’s fingers dig into Milani’s waist as he leans down, their mouths crashing together in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Steele’s muscular frame pins Milani’s body down, his weight pressing deep as he drives into him with slow, deliberate force. The couch creaks under their struggle, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
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