The bearded one grips the blond’s hips while he kneels, tongue deep in his throat as the other watches from behind, fingers tracing the smooth, taut skin of his back. Their mouths lock hard, teeth catching, while the tattooed man leans in, palm pressing against the blond’s chest to hold him still. The air hums with the weight of their bodies, one bent low to take, the other bracing against the window’s dim light.
By Fratmen
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