Logan Packard dominates Zeke Johnson with a grip that marks his neck, his beard rough against the dark hair as he pulls him closer for deep, open-mouthed kisses. Zeke’s shaved head leans back, his muscular arms flexed as Packard’s tongue traces the sensitive skin beneath his jaw, the tattoos on his chest rising with every breath. The couch creaks under them, but the only sound is the wet, deliberate drag of lips and teeth against exposed flesh.
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