Axel Kane grips Johnny Rapid’s hips hard, his dark hair framing a face pressed into the mirror as he devours his mouth, teeth scraping, tongue forcing open. One arm locks around Johnny’s waist, fingers digging into the smooth, muscular back while the other pulls his ass tight against the glass, the reflection doubling the weight of Axel’s grip. Johnny’s breath comes sharp, his own hands clawing at Axel’s shoulders, nails biting into the skin where the dark hair thins.
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