Carlo Masi, broad-shouldered and dark-haired, pins Eric Valentin down in the underbrush while the younger man’s clean-shaven jaw tenses beneath his grip, then pulls his shirt free to expose the tight, sun-bronzed chest beneath. The air smells of damp earth as fingers hook into waistbands, buttons fly, and the first wet press of lips finds Eric’s throat before his own hands grip Carlo’s hips, dragging him closer.
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