Florian Hagen grips Alexx Stier’s hips while he kneels, his tattooed arms flexing as he pulls him closer for a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Stier’s bare chest rises with sharp breaths, his dark hair falling forward as Hagen’s fingers dig into his waist, holding him tight against the thrust of his tongue. The air hums with the wet sound of their mouths locked, the only movement the slow, deliberate way Hagen tilts his head to deepen it.
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