Jesse Jackman’s thick arms coil around Luke Adams as he pins him against the sun-warmed deck, his bald head low to claim a rough, open-mouthed kiss while fingers dig into the other’s hairy chest. Luke’s muscular back arches as Jesse’s tongue forces its way past his teeth, his own hands gripping the taller man’s hips before sliding down to grip his ass, pulling him flush against the pool’s edge. The water glints behind them as Jesse’s grip tightens, his mouth never breaking from Luke’s throat, just the wet, hungry sound of sucking breaking the silence.
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