Jayden Marcos grips the edge of the box labeled Bed Room while Derek Kage leans against it, phone pressed to his ear, his tattooed arms flexing as he shifts his weight. The dark hair on both of them is thick and unkempt, the muscles in their backs rippling when Jayden finally tosses the box aside and yanks Kage’s shirt open. Within minutes, the only thing left between them is skin, Jayden’s fingers already tracing the ink on Kage’s ribs as the phone call ends with a sharp, unspoken command.
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