Tomas Kyle grips Layton Charles’ hips while his mouth seals over his throat, fingers digging into the dark-haired man’s tight ass as he pulls him flush against the wall. The blond’s breath hitches when Kyle’s tongue sweeps deep, his own hands gripping the muscular back to hold him still. Their bodies press together hard, the casual shirt riding up to expose bare skin as Layton arches into the kiss.
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