The bearded man with dark hair grips the blond’s shoulders, his fingers digging into muscle as they press together in the thick underbrush, leaves crunching underfoot. The blond’s lips part for his tongue, teeth catching the edge of his lower lip while the other’s hand slides down to grip his ass, fingers flexing against the tight flesh. The woods swallow their breathless sounds, the only sound the rustle of branches as one pulls back just enough to lick a slow, deliberate line down the other’s throat.
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