Connor Levi grips the towel tight as Darius Ferdynand stands behind him, his muscular frame blocking the light, while both stroke themselves with rough, deliberate hands. The blond’s tattooed arm flexes against the fabric as he leans into the bearded man’s grip, their movements synchronized, no hesitation, just the thrust of their own hands. The towel clutches at their waists, damp with sweat, as they work each other into a tight, shared rhythm.
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