Cooper Leigh’s beard scrapes Marco Pirelli’s chest as he pins him against the balcony railing, fingers digging into the smooth muscle of his back while Marco’s tongue drags up the inside of his throat. The city lights blur behind them as Cooper’s grip tightens, pulling Marco’s hips forward until his cock presses hard against the seam of his pants. Marco’s hands claw at Cooper’s shoulders, nails biting into the bare skin of his shaved head.
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