Kyle Connors and Hoss Kado press their mouths together while the bearded one kneels, his fingers digging into the smooth, dark-haired man’s waist as he pulls him forward. The muscular top pins the other down on the couch, their tongues twisting as one hand slides between them, gripping hard. No words, just the rough press of bodies and the way the sitting man arches into the touch.
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