Phoenix Fellington’s thick arms coil around Jack Andy’s waist as he pins him against the wall, his fingers digging into the smooth, sun-kissed skin of his back while Jack Andy braces himself with a low, controlled groan. The way his muscles ripple under the light, tight, defined, shows just how hard Phoenix is holding him, his grip unyielding as he guides himself inside with slow, deliberate thrusts.
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