Jason Bacall drives Elio Chalamet into the wet sand, his grip tight on the smaller man’s hips as he slams home without a condom, the tide lapping at their ankles. Elio gasps around Bacall’s tongue in his throat, his fingers tangled in the older man’s dark hair, while Bacall’s chest hair brushes his back as he pins him to the towels. The shallow water mirrors their slick bodies, the cushions shifting beneath them as Bacall’s hands dig into Elio’s waist, pulling him deeper with every rough thrust.
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