Marc Cannon’s tattooed chest glistens as he pins Gabriel Cross beneath him, his fingers working the smaller man’s hole while his mouth takes his throat in a bruising kiss. The slim, smooth-haired one arches into the touch, his lips parted as Cannon’s grip tightens around his waist. On the bed, their bodies lock in a rhythm of thrusting fingers and desperate suction, the muscular man’s weight pressing down with relentless force.
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