Karl Stevens grips Roque Rems’ hips hard as he flips him onto the couch, his bare chest glistening with sweat, while the dark-haired one arches into his touch, fingers already working the waistband of his shorts loose. The blond’s mouth crashes down on Roque’s, teeth catching his lower lip as he drags him up by the thighs, exposing the tight hole already slick with anticipation. Both strip fast, no hesitation, until only skin and desperate need remain, the couch creaking under their weight as Karl pins him down, fingers probing deep before the first rough thrust drives them both forward.
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