Axel Rockham’s broad, smooth chest presses against Shawn Brooks as he grips the younger man’s waist, fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, while the woods blur behind them. Shawn’s dark hair falls forward as Axel’s mouth crushes his, teeth grazing the sensitive skin beneath his jaw. They stand half-hidden by the tree, sunlight filtering through the leaves as Axel’s grip tightens, pulling Shawn flush against him.
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