The blond, broad-shouldered man grips the bearded one’s waist, fingers digging into his slicked-back skin as he guides his mouth down, thick lips parting over the other’s throat, tongue pressing deep. The water’s edge hums with the sound of their breath, the air sharp with the taste of salt and sweat as he pulls back just enough to lick a slow, deliberate line from collarbone to navel. His hands roam, calloused palms tracing the other’s ribs before slipping lower, fingers curling around the taut muscle of his ass.
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