The bearded man grips Tanor’s hips, his fingers digging into the smooth muscle as he slams into him hard, the white pants riding up with every thrust. Dark hair frames a face pressed into the shoulder, lips parted for the deep, rough fucking that leaves his hole burning. The other man watches, arms wrapped tight around their waist, his own body coiled with the weight of being held like this, no softness, just the force of two men locked together.
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