Ralph Jackson pins Hugo’s wrists above his head while Hugo’s mouth drags slow, wet lines down his chest, the strap biting into his ribs as he holds him still. Hugo’s fingers dig into Ralph’s ass, slick with spit, while his tongue laps at the tight pucker of his hole before Ralph flips him onto his stomach and drives in hard, the belt wrapped tight around his hips to keep him locked in place. The tattooed ridges of Ralph’s arms flex as he pulls Hugo’s hips back, each thrust sending Hugo’s face into the sheets.
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