Kace Axel kneels behind Ethan, his tongue tracing the tight ring of his asshole while Ethan’s hands grip his hips, steadying him as he presses closer. The blond’s muscular frame bends low, his tattooed arm flexing as he guides himself into Ethan’s hole, fingers parting him first before the thick thrusts begin. Feet press into the floor for leverage, the rhythm rough and unapologetic, the air thick with the sounds of wet suction and the slap of skin.
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