Nico Blade grips Steve Spy’s waist, his shaved head close enough to feel the stubble on his jaw as they lock lips in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Steve leans against the tiled wall, his muscular frame bracing as Nico pulls his pants down, fingers hooking into the waistband with deliberate force. The blue-and-white tiles behind them blur as Nico’s hand slides between Steve’s thighs, gripping tight before the first deep thrust drives them both forward.
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