Levi Karter’s tattooed chest presses down as he pins Sean Zevran’s wrists, his shaved head close enough to taste the salt on his neck while his fingers slide deep into the other’s hole. Sean grips the sheets, his dark hair tangled as Levi guides himself in with a rough, unhurried thrust, the bed creaking under their weight. The air thickens with the sound of skin slapping skin, Levi’s grip tightening on Sean’s hips as he works him open.
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