The bearded man with the tattooed chest fucks Finn hard against a locker, his grip on Finn’s hips steady as he drives deep, while the others watch from the bench, scarves slung low over their shoulders. Finn’s dark hair hangs loose as he leans into it, his slim frame bracing against the metal, the national team logo on his jersey barely visible beneath sweat. The locker room hums with quiet focus, no words, just the rhythm of thrusts and the occasional sharp exhale from the man behind him.
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