Justin Blaber leans over Casper Ellis in the car’s dim interior, his beard scraping against the other’s stubbled jaw as he grips the back of his head and pulls him into a rough kiss. Ellis arches into it, his muscles straining against the camouflage top as Blaber’s fingers dig into his shoulders, one hand sliding down to grip his thigh. The reclined seat angles them just right, Blaber’s weight pressing Ellis deeper into the seat, their mouths open, tongues tangled.
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