Jeff Stronger grips Chase Reynolds’ hips as he pins him to the couch, his dark hair falling forward over the smooth, corded muscles of his back while Chase arches into the touch, fingers digging into the leather. The athletic tank tops ride up just enough to expose the taut lines of their stomachs as lips meet in a rough, open-mouthed kiss, hands sliding over skin slick with sweat. Chase’s breath hitches when Jeff’s palm presses hard against his ass, pulling him flush against the couch’s edge.
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