Elliot Finn’s beard presses against Justin Matthews’ mouth as he fingers his hole, both of them braced against the rough bark of a tree in the woods. The dark-haired, graying one guides his fingers deep while the clean-shaven, muscular one grips his hips, their bodies angled toward the earth. No words needed, just the way his fingers stretch him open, slow and deliberate, under the open sky.
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