Lance Hart and Dakota Payne hold each other close while Chris Damned watches, his lean frame pressed against them as tongues meet in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. The slim, dark-haired men share breath before one turns, gripping the other’s waist to pull him flush against the countertop, no barrier between them. The air hums with the weight of their bodies, the kitchen’s edge forgotten as hands slide, fingers tracing the heat of skin.
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