Max Carter’s graying hair glints under the indoor light as he grips Kyle Ross’s jaw, their mouths locked in a rough kiss while the other sips from a glass, then shifts to grip Kyle’s hips, pressing him down. The dark-haired, muscular man beneath braces against the table, his hole already stretched open as Carter’s fingers probe, slick with anticipation. The drink forgotten, he lines himself up, the blunt head nudging deep before a slow, deliberate thrust drives them both into the moment.
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