Beau Butler presses his broad, muscled chest against the sun-warmed wall beside the pool, his dark hair catching the light as he grips the edge of the concrete. Sean Xavier stands close behind, his clean-shaven jaw shadowed by the greenery, fingers already tracing the tight lines of Beau’s abs before slipping lower. The air smells of chlorine and damp earth as one pulls the other into the shade, where the first wet tongue already maps the other’s hole.
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