Johnny Hunter’s thick fingers dig into Justin Eros’s hips as he pins him down, the leaner man’s mouth already stretched around Hunter’s cock. Eros’s dark hair falls forward, obscuring his face as Hunter’s grip tightens, his own clean-shaven jaw working with the rhythm of his thrusts. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of skin against skin and the rough inhale of breath when Hunter’s cock hits the back of Eros’s throat.
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