Alex Ink pins Lobo Careirra down by the hips, his tattoos shadowing the bed as he presses his mouth hard against the other’s throat, fingers digging into the thick muscles of his back. Lobo’s dark hair falls forward, obscuring his face as Ink’s grip tightens, pulling him closer for a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The standing man’s weight shifts, his tattooed arms flexing as he braces over them, teeth sinking into Lobo’s shoulder.
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