Andrew Green’s beard brushes Ryan Bones’ chest as he grips his hips, fingers digging into the taut muscle where the tattoos twist down his sides. Ryan’s ass lifts off the damp earth, his hole already slick with Andrew’s tongue, the thick head of his cock pressing in slow, deliberate thrusts. The air smells of pine and sweat, the branches above casting sharp shadows that stretch across their bodies as Andrew’s hands slide under Ryan’s thighs, pulling him flush against the rough bark. His breath hitches when Andrew’s teeth graze his neck, the first sharp pull of his mouth sending a shudder through Ryan’s spine. The woods swallow their sounds, the only noise the wet slap of flesh against flesh and the distant call of a bird.
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