The bearded man with inked forearms grips the tattooed one’s wrist as he leans in, tongue sweeping deep into his mouth while their thighs press together. The sun-warmed air hums around them as they sit half-submerged in the pool, fingers laced tight between slick skin and damp hair. His grip shifts to the back of the other’s neck, pulling him closer for a kiss that lingers, no words, just the slow drag of lips and the wet press of bodies.
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