Ryan Rose pins Zack Randall down, his dark hair falling forward as he grips the other’s hips and drives into him hard, the bed creaking under their weight. Zack’s smooth, muscular body arches with each thrust, his fingers tangled in Ryan’s dark hair as he sucks him deep, the wet sounds of their mouths working together cutting through the tension. One hand slides between them, fingers probing deep before Ryan’s cock slams home again, the rhythm rough and unrelenting. The air thickens with the scent of sweat and need as they move together, the bed shifting with every sharp, possessive thrust.
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