Alex Griffen grips Phillip Anadarko’s waist, his fingers digging into the taut muscle of his back as they press together in a kiss that leaves no doubt, this isn’t just touching. The dark-haired, smooth-skinned man above pins the other down, his mouth open wide enough to swallow every groan before it starts. Behind them, the fireplace casts no light, just a silent witness to how hard they’re holding on.
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