Jesse Carter’s beard presses against Damien Dyson’s mouth as he grips his shoulders, fingers digging into the smooth muscle beneath the gray shirt. The dark-haired one leans in, tongue sweeping past lips parted just enough to let him in, while Damien’s own hand slides down to cup the other’s ass, thumb pressing hard against the fabric. Both grin, teeth catching for a second before the kiss deepens, teeth clashing over the smooth skin of their chests.
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