Carter Nash grips Bryson Hughes’ chest with calloused hands while their mouths crash together, teeth catching lips in a rough kiss, the blond’s smooth skin glistening under the studio lights. Bryson arches into him, fingers digging into Nash’s muscular back as he guides him closer, the cityscape frames in the background blurring into nothing. Nash shoves his thigh between Hughes’ legs, pressing hard until the younger man gasps, his breath ragged against Nash’s neck. The wall stays blue, the only focus the way Hughes’ hole clenches around Nash’s cock when he finally pushes in.
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