Max Jay lies bound to the bedpost, his smooth, muscular body stretched open as Elijah drives into him hard, the dark hair at his temples catching the light with every thrust. One hand grips the strap tight while the other fingers his own hole, slick with preparation, before pulling back to rim him slow and deliberate. The blond’s lips seal over Max’s mouth, swallowing his gasps as his fingers trace the tight ring first, then push inside, while the bed creaks under the weight of their urgency.
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