Angel Rivera leans over Leo Grand, his dark hair slick with pond water as he presses their mouths together, fingers digging into Leo’s smooth, muscular shoulders while the shallow water ripples behind them. Leo arches his back, the weight of Rivera’s body pinning him down as his own hands grip the damp grass, the only sound the distant lap of waves against the shore. The angle of his head tilts just enough to deepen the kiss, his tongue forcing its way past Rivera’s lips before the shot cuts off.
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