Joey Philippe grips Richard Lennox’s neck with rough, calloused fingers while their mouths crash together, tongues tangling in a deep, unbroken kiss. Lennox’s beard scratches Philippe’s jaw as his free hand tangles in the dark hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer. The close-ups lock in on their faces, one clean-shaven, the other bearded, each breath ragged, each touch deliberate.
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