Manuel Deboxer grips Gabriel Clark’s hips while his tattooed fingers dig into the man’s waist, pulling him flush against the couch. The dark-haired handyman presses his mouth hard onto Clark’s neck, tongue probing deep as his other hand slides under the fabric, gripping muscle and bone. A laptop sits open nearby, forgotten as Deboxer’s grip tightens, fingers tracing the curve of Clark’s spine before slipping lower.
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