The bearded man in the green shirt grips the other’s chest, fingers digging into taut muscle while their lips crash together in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The blindfolded one stands still, his broad back flexing as the first man’s hands slide lower, tracing the ridges of his abs before pulling him closer for another deep, unfiltered press. Their bodies lock in a way that leaves no doubt, this isn’t just touching, it’s claiming.
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