Jake Preston’s dark hair falls over his smooth, slim frame as he sits on the bed, gripping the hem of his dark T-shirt while Noah Way watches from behind, his bearded jaw tight with restraint. The fabric rides up just enough to expose the tight, unmarked skin of his ass, his fingers digging into the sheets as Preston leans forward, his mouth already parted in anticipation. The air between them is thick with the weight of what’s coming next, no words needed, just the slow, deliberate pull of fabric and the promise of what follows.
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