Damon Heart’s dark hair falls over his broad shoulders as he grips Sean Xavier’s waist, pulling him close for a deep kiss while his fingers dig into the smooth, muscular back of the man in the light pink shirt. They stand on a wooden bench under open sky, one hand sliding down to grip a firm ass, the other tracing the taut lines of Sean’s stomach as their mouths stay locked. The bench creaks under their weight, but neither moves, just the rough press of lips and the sharp inhale when Damon’s teeth graze Sean’s lower lip.
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