Charlie Cherry grips Oliver Hunt’s chest, his fingers digging into the smooth, muscular skin as they press their mouths together in a rough kiss. The dark hair of both men frames the intensity, their bodies angled close under the dappled light of trees and foliage. One pulls back just enough to trail his lips along Oliver’s jaw, fingers flexing over the taut flesh before returning to grip again. The air hums with the weight of their touch, and unfiltered.
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