Arpad Miklos grips Craig Reynolds’ hips while his beard scrapes against the other’s throat, fingers digging into the thick muscle of his back as he pins him against the wall. The blue towel slips from Reynolds’ shoulder, leaving his chest bare as Miklos’ mouth crashes down, teeth sinking into his neck. One hand pulls at the waistband of his pants, the other grips a fistful of hair, holding him still for the next deep thrust.
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