Joel Kris pins Jonah Knight beneath him, his dark hair framing a body built for gripping, while Jonah’s fingers dig into the sheets as Joel’s mouth seals over his throat. The blond’s cock swells against the sheets as he works Jonah’s hole with rough precision, his own hand already slick with precome. They strip in the same breath, leaving only skin and the wet sounds of lips, tongues, and the slow, deliberate thrusts that leave Jonah gasping.
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