The blond, broad-shouldered man grips the dark-haired one’s wrist and slams his fist into his palm, hard enough to make the other’s jaw clench before he pulls him close, lips crashing into a kiss that leaves no doubt. They stumble onto the blue bench, the rough wood biting into their backs as the dark-haired one pins the blond’s hips, his tongue forcing its way past teeth, fingers digging into the muscle of his thighs. The greenery outside blurs as the blond’s hands grip the bench, his breath ragged, waiting for the first thrust.
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