Rafael Alencar’s tattooed chest presses against Tanner Tomas’s smooth back as he grips his hips, fingers digging into muscle while their mouths crash together. The blond leans forward, his weight pinning Tomas against the wall of a distant building, the sun catching the sweat glistening on his neck. One hand slides down, gripping the back of Tanner’s thigh as Rafael’s other arm wraps tight around his waist, pulling him flush against the hard length already pressing between them.
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