Troye Dean grips Ryan Bailey’s shoulder as they lean in, lips locked in a deep kiss while sitting tight on the couch, muscular arms wrapping around his slim waist. The dark-haired, smooth-skinned Dean holds him close, fingers digging into the other’s back as Bailey tilts his head back, mouth open. No hesitation, just the press of their bodies pressing together.
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