Win Soldier grips Bond Back’s jacket as he leans over, his stocky frame pressing down while the other kneels between his legs, fingers already working open his pants. The bench creaks under their weight as Bond Back bends forward, his hole already slick with anticipation, the rough thrusts already starting. Win Soldier’s grip tightens, his breath ragged as he drives into him hard, the blue walls and wooden benches fading into the blur of need.
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