Max Flint and Colin stand close, their muscular frames pressed together as one grips the other’s tattooed upper arm while the other’s bearded jaw rests against the shoulder. The striped sheets of the bed ripple beneath them as they shift, the dark ink of their chests nearly touching. One turns his head, a smirk pulling at his lips, while the other’s fingers trace a line down the other’s chest, leaving no doubt what comes next.
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