Dann Grey’s beard brushes Klein Kerr’s chest as he grips the doorframe, fingers digging into the muscle beneath the tattoos. The dark-haired, tattooed man leans in, lips locking onto the other’s with a rough, open-mouthed kiss while his calloused hands trace the ridges of Dann’s ribs. No hesitation, just the press of bodies, the way Klein’s breath hitches against the beard as Dann’s grip tightens.
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