San Bass and Pascal press close on the couch, his tattooed arms wrapped tight around the clean-shaven man’s shoulders while the blindfolded one leans in for deep, open-mouthed kisses. The gold chain glints as Pascal’s fingers dig into the dark hair, pulling the other’s head back just enough to expose his throat. Their bodies move together without pause, the couch creaking under the weight of their urgency.
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