Martin Puli grips Alex Kage’s hips as he kneels behind him, his dark hair slick with water, while Kage leans into the mirror, lips locked in a deep kiss. Puli’s fingers dig into the smooth muscle of Kage’s back as he guides his mouth down, tongue swirling over the tight hole before pulling back to tease. The steam fogs the glass, blurring the line between them as Kage arches, his breath ragged.
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