Dante’s thick arms coil around Michael’s waist as he pins him against the wall, fingers digging into the tight, corded muscles of his back while Michael’s head tilts back, lips parted in a breathless groan, his cock already hard, the vein pulsing under the taut skin. The blond’s hands grip Dante’s hips, pulling him closer as the bearded man’s mouth crashes down, tongue swirling over the slick head before taking him deep.
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