Adam Darcre’s beard scrapes Matteo Valentine’s jaw as he grips his tie, fingers rough against the fabric, while Valentine’s tattooed forearm pins him down, both mouths locked in a kiss that leaves no room for anything else. The bookshelf behind them holds nothing but dust and forgotten spines, but their bodies don’t care, pressing together until Darcre’s hands slide lower, seeking the heat between Valentine’s thighs.
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