Connor Levi’s beard scrapes against Justin Conway’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers tangled in his hair while he works the blond’s cock with slow, deliberate strokes. The desk creaks under them as Justin kneels, his smooth chest pressed into the wood while Levi pins him down, tongue swirling deep before pulling back to lick the slickness from his lips. One hand dives between his thighs, fingers probing his tight hole, while the other tightens around his tie, still knotted, pulling just enough to make him gasp. The air thickens as Levi flips him, pressing his own slick entrance against the desk before driving into him hard, the tattoo on his shoulder flexing with every thrust.
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