Two broad-shouldered men stand shoulder-to-shoulder by the water’s edge, their dark hair slicked back, clean-shaven faces glistening under the sun. The tattooed one grips the other’s waist, fingers digging into muscle as he leans in, mouth already open for the first deep thrust. The water ripples behind them, but neither looks away, just the, unbroken pull of one man’s weight against the other’s.
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