Micah Brandt’s beard scrapes Justin Blakely’s throat as he takes him deep, fingers digging into the tight hole while the doorway’s rough wood panels frame the angle. Justin grips the doorframe, his dark hair falling forward as Micah’s tongue works the back of his throat with slow, deliberate pressure. The muscles in his back ripple under Micah’s grip, the doorway’s grain marking the only boundary between them.
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