Scott Finn’s dark hair falls over his tattoos as he grips his cock, fingers slick with pre-cum, the couch cushion creaking under his weight. Nico Coopa watches, his smooth, muscular frame leaning forward with a quiet intensity, the air thick with the sound of skin against skin. Both men focus on the act, the tension in their bodies the only language needed.
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