Ian Daniels strokes himself hard on the sheets, his dark hair messy from rolling, while Chris White watches with a lazy grin, his smooth, muscular chest bare and inked with a visible tattoo. The bed dips under them as Ian’s grip tightens, his fingers slick with precome, the only sound the wet slap of skin against skin. Chris leans in just enough to make it clear he’s not looking away, his own cock pressed against the sheets, forgotten for now.
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