Jean Franko grips D.O.’s arm, pulling him closer as their bearded chests press together, the inked lines of Franko’s tattooed chest and arm tracing against D.O.’s skin. D.O. leans in, his mouth crashing into Franko’s with rough, open-mouthed kisses while Franko’s fingers dig into his bicep, holding him steady. The air thickens with the weight of their bodies, one adjusting the other’s arm with deliberate force.
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