Dylan Anderson pins Rory Hayes down with the weight of his shaved head and inked forearms, his tattooed chest pressing into the bed as Rory’s dark hair fans out beneath him. One hand grips Rory’s wrist while the other works his hole with rough precision, fingers sliding deep before Dylan’s mouth takes over, sucking hard enough to make Rory’s breath hitch. The bed creaks under their struggle, the only sound the wet, desperate sounds of Dylan’s tongue and Rory’s muffled gasps as he’s held fast.
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