Berke Banks pins Zac Blake to the couch, his dark hair framing a face pressed into the other’s throat as he takes him deep. Zac’s fingers dig into Berke’s shoulders while his own slide between Berke’s thighs, tracing the tight heat before slipping inside. The muscles of Berke’s back ripple as Zac flips him onto his stomach, then drives into him hard from behind, the couch groaning beneath them.
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