Jaxon Kingston and the bearded man kneel on the sand beside the pier’s weathered pillars, their muscular frames flexing as they grip each other’s hips. The clean-shaven one’s tattoos ripple under the sun while he leans forward, his mouth already wet with anticipation for what’s coming next. The pier’s rough wood frames them as they brace themselves, the tide lapping close enough to hear.
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