Luke Milan pins Rylan Shaw down, his dark hair framing a broad, smooth chest as he grips the sheets, while Rylan’s fingers dig into the mattress, his own muscles taut beneath the pressure. Milan’s mouth seals over Shaw’s, tongue thrusting deep as Shaw’s free hand slides between them, slick with anticipation, before his fingers work the tight hole below. The bed creaks under their weight as Milan’s grip tightens, pulling Shaw’s body flush against his, the air thick with the sound of wet suction and the slow, deliberate push of a finger inside.
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