Jayden Tyler’s tattooed, muscular frame presses against the wall, his dark hair falling forward as he grips Derek Atlas’s hips, fingers digging into the tight fabric of his blue-patterned shorts. Atlas stands rigid, his weight balanced on the wall behind him, the shorts pulled low enough to expose the thick ridge straining against the seam. Jayden’s mouth opens around him, teeth scraping along the sensitive underside while his other hand pulls Atlas’s ass forward, forcing him deeper into the wet heat. The shorts ride up just enough to show the dark, glistening hole, already slick with anticipation.
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