Jacob and Tom Bacan kneel on the rock as Olivier stands behind them, his broad shoulders blocking the light, while the blond’s fingers dig into the stone beneath his palms. Tom’s dark hair falls forward as Olivier grips his hips, pulling him back against the hard surface, the slim frame bracing for the first thrust. The bearded man’s knuckles whiten around the rock, his breath ragged as Olivier lines up, the casual clothes of both already rumpled from the weight of what’s coming.
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