Andrew Jakk lies on the couch, fingers tracing his chest as Kyle Quinn steps closer, his gaze locked on Andrew’s ass. Kyle drops to his knees, gripping his thighs and dragging him to the edge, lips hot against his skin. A teasing tongue works up Andrew’s body, making him groan as Kyle’s fingers stretch him open. When Kyle finally pushes in, it’s deep and relentless, the couch creaking under them. Every brutal thrust leaves Andrew gasping, hands clenched in the cushions. The room fills with slick sounds and sweat as Andrew comes with a broken cry, Kyle following right after, buried deep. They collapse together, breathless, still trembling.
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