Ryan Bones grips Derek Allan’s hips hard as he slams into him, the suit jacket riding up to expose his tight, tattooed ass. Allan braces against the wall, his dark hair slick with sweat, while Bones’ fingers dig into his waist, no foreplay, just, relentless thrusts. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the air thick with the weight of their bodies pressed together.
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