Jaxon Radoc ties Tim Law’s wrists to the bedhead while the blond’s lips drag wet trails down his chest, fingers already working his hole. The shaved head leans back, throat exposed as Radoc’s tongue laps at the tight ring before slipping inside, his tattoos flexing over the curve of Tim’s ribs. A strap secures the blond’s hips as Radoc drives deep, the bed creaking under the weight of their bodies, one pinned, one moving with deliberate force.
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