Abel Archer kneels on the couch, his thick thighs spread wide as the other man grips his ankles, the measuring tape still coiled around his waist. The bearded one traces his fingers along Abel’s raised calves, his own muscular frame looming over him, while the clean-shaven man holds his feet in a firm, possessive grip. Abel arches his back, his legs pinned open, as the tape slides down his thighs, each measurement a slow, deliberate claim.
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