Mickey Taylor grips Cherry’s head between his hands as their mouths crash together, the red glow bleeding into the shadows of their tattoos. His dark, muscular frame pins Cherry’s lean, light-haired body against him, fingers digging into the other’s chest while their tongues clash. The air hums with the weight of their grip, no words, just the rough press of skin and the way Cherry’s head tilts back, caught in the hold.
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