Harley Everett’s shaved head and inked arms dominate as he grips Chase Reynolds’ waist, fingers digging into the tight blue shorts with red trim while their mouths crash together. Chase’s muscular frame bends into the pressure, his own tattoos flexing as Harley’s grip tightens, pulling him closer for a rough, unbroken kiss. The air between them is thick with the weight of their bodies, no words, just the force of hands and mouths.
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