Jake Randel’s beard scrapes against Simon Tanner’s jaw as they lock lips on the concrete steps, his fingers digging into Tanner’s shoulders while the blond’s smooth chest presses forward. The blue logo on his shirt blurs under the other man’s grip, their mouths moving together without pause. A third man, dark-haired and just as built, watches from the edge of the frame, his presence thick with unspoken demand.
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