Fraser Jacs strips down on the couch, his muscular frame flexing as he pulls off his shirt, tattoos glinting under the light while the other leans back, underwear already half-unbuttoned. One grips his own cock with rough, confident strokes, the other’s fingers probe his asshole with deliberate pressure, both men lost in the slow, deliberate work of each other’s bodies. The couch becomes a stage for their hands, erections held tight, thighs brushed by calloused palms, until the last of their clothes falls away.
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