Patrick Bateman grips Travis Irons’ hips, his tattoos glinting under the light as he pins him down, the blue cloth crumpling beneath them. Travis arches into the kiss, his smooth chest pressed tight against Bateman’s as fingers dig into his waist, tracing the sharp lines of muscle. The air hums with the wet sound of their mouths locking, the only distraction from the way Bateman’s grip never lets go.
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