Greg McKeon pins Levi Karter against the couch, his tattooed chest pressed into the dark hair of the man beneath him, while his fingers dig into Levi’s ribs. The Paraguay ink stands out as Greg’s mouth crashes down, teeth scraping along Levi’s jawline before his tongue forces its way past lips. Levi’s arms are trapped, his own tattoos blurred by the angle as Greg’s weight pins him deeper into the cushions.
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