The bearded man with dark hair and a muscular build presses his back against the wall, gripping the concrete hard enough to leave his knuckles white while the other, blond, broad-shouldered, and tattooed, stands just out of frame, his presence implied by the way the first man’s fingers tremble. The greenery behind them is thick, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth, but it’s the way his mouth opens, the way his breath hitches when the blond’s voice cuts through the stillness, that makes it clear this isn’t just another pose.
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