Gabe Krol’s dark hair brushes Ryan Dyser’s chest as he straddles him, their smooth, muscular bodies locked together on the couch. Ryan lies back, his hole already slick with anticipation, while Gabe’s fingers dig into his hips, holding him tight as their mouths crash. Legs tangled, one hand gripping the other’s waist, their kiss turns desperate, teeth clash, tongues clash, the air thick with the sound of skin meeting skin.
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