Myles Landon pins Aston Springs beneath him, his hands gripping the smaller man’s wrists as the red cloth slips from his grip, then his own shirt peels away, revealing the tight, corded muscle of his chest. Aston’s mouth opens around Myles’ cock, his fingers digging into the bedsheets as the blond towers over him, the weight of his body pressing down with every thrust. When Myles finally pulls free, his palm slaps Aston’s ass, driving him forward as the red cloth is tossed aside, leaving only the slick sound of flesh meeting flesh.
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