Sean Ford’s lips crash into Paul Delay’s mouth while his hands grip the back of his head, fingers tangling in the dark hair that frames a smooth, muscular chest. The bed creaks under them as Ford pins Delay’s hips down, his own body pressing hard against the younger man’s, the close-up showing the intensity of their kiss. Delay’s hands claw at Ford’s shoulders, nails digging in as their mouths move together with desperate urgency.
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