Max Konnor’s tattooed arms grip the railing as he looms over Titus McMasters, whose dark skin glistens with sweat beneath the weight of his dominance. The bearded man’s knuckles dig into the younger one’s shoulders, fingers already tracing the tight muscles of his thighs before they slip lower. Titus braces himself, legs spread wide, the air thick with the promise of relentless pressure, no mercy, no hesitation.
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