Bobby Clark grips Logan Vaughn’s hips while his tongue works the thick shaft, the outdoor light catching the sweat glistening on his shaved head as Vaughn moans into his mouth. Alex Graham leans against a red chair, his dark hair falling forward as Clark’s fingers dig into his waist, pulling him closer for a deep, open-mouthed kiss. The air between them is thick with the sound of sucking and the rough rasp of skin against skin.
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