Brett Dover’s tattooed arms flex as he pins Javen Lucciono down, the strap biting into his waist while his fingers dig into the other man’s hips, no words needed, just the grip of dominance. Javen’s mouth opens around Brett’s cock, his tongue tracing the vein before pulling back to lick his own fingers slick with precome, the sound of wet suction cutting through the air. The strap snaps tighter as Brett drives into him, the angle sharp enough to make Javen’s breath hitch, his fingers clawing at the sheets while Brett’s grip never loosens.
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