Simeon Fletcher’s glasses slip as he grips Kyle Wilkinson’s waist, fingers digging into the plaid fabric while his mouth crushes down hard, Kyle’s unbuttoned shirt gaping just enough to show the dark hair trailing across his chest. Their hands move fast, one yanking the other closer, the other tracing a line up the thigh before slipping beneath the waistband. No words, just the sound of fabric tearing as they pull each other into the next thing.
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