The tattooed, broad-shouldered man grips the other’s waist, his knuckles flexing as he pulls him close, Juan Carlos’s dark hair falls forward, obscuring the way his hole glistens under the blond’s rough fingers. Aston Long’s beard brushes his jaw as he leans in, tongue already probing deep, while Juan Carlos arches into the grip, his thighs trembling against the pressure. They don’t speak, just move together, the blond’s grip shifting to fist him hard as the other’s mouth works him open.
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