Robin Rief leans forward on the bench, his blond hair catching the sunlight as he presses his mouth to the other’s neck, fingers gripping the smooth, slim shoulder of the man facing him. Both sit with legs spread wide, the bench’s hard surface pressing into their thighs as their smiles turn hungry, lips parting for deep, open-mouthed kisses. The warm air hums around them, but their focus is only on each other’s skin, one’s hand sliding down to pull the other closer, the bench forgotten.
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