Andre Donovan pins Brent Everett against his chest while the other’s tattooed arms wrap tight around his waist, fingers digging into the smooth muscle of his back. Brent’s dark hair falls forward as Donovan’s mouth crushes down, tongue forcing its way past lips already parted from the first rough pull. The ocean crashes behind them, but the only sound is the wet, hungry sound of one man’s teeth scraping against the other’s jaw.
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