Hunter Page leans over Lucas Knight’s lap, his fingers digging into the desk as the blond’s legs spread wider, the chair creaking under their weight, both of them already bare, the office chair the only thing between them and the floor. Lucas grips Hunter’s thigh, pulling him closer while his own back arches, the desk’s edge biting into his ribs as Hunter’s mouth finds his chest, teeth grazing the skin before his hands slide down to grip the desk again. The only sound is the scrape of metal legs against linoleum and the wet smack of lips against skin.
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