Jimmie Slater’s thick arms coil around Dylan Knight’s waist as his tattooed back flexes under the pressure, the four-leaf clover standing out against his skin while his fingers dig into Dylan’s hips. Dylan, lean and smooth-shaven, tilts his head to meet Jimmie’s mouth in a rough, open kiss, his hands gripping the other man’s shoulders like he’s holding on for balance. The moment their lips part, Jimmie’s grip tightens, pulling Dylan flush against him as if to prove who’s in control.
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