The bearded man grips Owen’s hips, his fingers digging into the smooth, muscular back as he slams into him from behind, the dark hair of both tangled between them. Owen’s head presses into the grass, his mouth open for the rough, hungry kiss that follows each thrust, his body locked in place by the other’s grip. The air is thick with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the only light catching the sweat glistening on their skin.
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