Damien Stone stands shirtless against the railing, his dark hair slicked back, chest hair rough under the light as he grips his cock hard enough to make his knuckles whiten. Diego Sans watches from behind, bearded and broad-shouldered, his own hands already working at his belt before the first stroke ends. The railing holds them both as the air thickens with the sound of skin against flesh, no words needed.
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