Dane Stewart grips Zander Cole’s ass while he kneels, fingers probing his tight hole as the gym’s hum fills the air. Their tattoos, snaking up muscular arms and across broad chests, glisten under the lights as Dane’s mouth seals over the other’s neck, teeth grazing skin. Cole’s hands grip Dane’s shoulders, pulling him closer as their chests press together, breath ragged against the weight of the moment.
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