Buddy Davis pins Rob Ryder down with his weight, his dark hair falling forward as he grips the other man’s hips and drives into him hard. Ryder’s smooth, muscular body arches beneath him, his fingers tangled in the sheets while Davis’ tongue works his throat in rough, unhurried pulls. The bed creaks under their motion, one hand slipping between Ryder’s thighs to tease his hole open before the first deep thrust.
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