The bearded man grips the blond’s wrist as his lips crush into a bruising kiss, fingers digging into the smooth, corded muscle of his back. Both are bare-chested, the patterned shorts of one clinging low enough to show the dark hair trailing down his thighs. Their hands never let go, knuckles white where they clamp together, the only sound the rough rasp of breath against breath.
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