Dante Drackis kneels behind Dakota Lovell, his fingers digging into the tight muscles of his back while the blond’s head dips lower, lips tracing the curve of his neck before his tongue slips inside the warm, slick hole. The red tie loosens as Lovell arches into the pressure, his chest rising with every breath as Drackis works his way down, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before his mouth seals over the puckered entrance. By the time the couch gives way to the bed, the only sound is the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh and the sharp inhale of pleasure.
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