Roman Todd kneels on the bed, his dark hair framing a smooth, muscular chest as he grips his cock with a rough, hungry grip, his knuckles white against the pale skin. Troye Dean watches from the edge of the mattress, his light green shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease the tight white shorts that barely contain his thighs. The air hums with the wet, desperate sound of Roman’s hand working him, his breath ragged as he lines himself up, ready to take what’s coming.
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