Benjamin Dunn grips Sven Laarson’s hips as he drives into his asshole, the military uniform left behind on the couch. Sven’s dark hair is slick with spit as Dunn’s tongue traces his rimmed hole before his fingers stretch him open. The lean, tattooed man arches beneath him, lips locked in a kiss that cuts off on a choked gasp when Dunn finally bottoms out.
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