Damon Heart grips Logan Moore’s hips, his knuckles white as he drives into him hard, the bed creaking under their weight, Logan’s breath ragged, his dark hair slick with sweat as Damon’s beard scrapes his throat. Their mouths crash together, tongues tangled, while Logan’s fingers dig into Damon’s shoulders, holding on as the thrusts grow relentless.
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