The bearded guard in the tight uniform chains the kneeling man’s wrists behind his back, his grip iron as the shorter, clean-shaven prisoner stays still, only his ass twitches when fingers probe his hole. The wooden wall behind them cracks under the weight of the chains, but the real pressure comes from the guard’s thumb pressing deep, holding him open while the other man’s lips brush his spine. No words, just the click of cuffs and the wet sound of a kiss that lingers too long.
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