Luc Dean leans in to kiss Tomas Kyle’s bearded jaw while the third man, glasses on, watches from the couch, his fingers tracing the curve of a hip. The slim, light-haired one stands close enough to press his body against Tomas’s side, his breath warm against the stubble. Tomas’s muscular frame bends slightly as Luc’s lips brush his neck, the couch’s edge cutting into the back of his thighs.
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