Eli Belloso grips Roman Capellini’s hips as he drives deep, his tattooed arms flexing over the man below, while Roman’s fingers dig into the sheets, both of them already bare. Eli’s mouth seals over Capellini’s neck as he pulls back, only to slam forward again, the bed creaking under their weight. Capellini’s hands trail down Eli’s back, guiding him as Eli’s tongue traces a wet path between his ribs before his fingers find the tight hole waiting for him.
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