The bearded man grips Cole’s hips hard while Deacon’s tongue pushes deep into his mouth, fingers digging into the smooth, sun-kissed skin of his back. They stand close by the pool, the water glinting behind them as one pulls the other flush against his body, hands roaming over tight, muscled thighs. The dark-haired man arches into the touch, his breath ragged as the other’s grip tightens, fingers tracing the line of his spine before slipping lower.
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